Nath watched the device with light paranoia. Any contraption with the signature quirkeness of gnomish hands were immediately subjected to his most fearful suspicions. Though the one who had given it to him said it was of the utmost importance to listen to it. It had the ability to record spoken dialogue his informant told him. He pressed the wooden button on the device and held it close to his torn ear.

*Recording starts*

'I knew of hees guilt long ago, Shadoweyes Told Me. He told me dat all three of chu organisations burned....Da Nobeeleety. For da last three months da senteeninels have been collecteeng areefacts. Hierlooms...why? because Shadoweyes ees eensane Eenqueeseetah.'
Nath did not expect it to be Jazeels voice, his second in command in the Sentinels. He continued to listen.

'That much seems Obvious' -
The voice of Amarae interrupted Captain Jazeel Spade for a moment. Nath muttered something to himself about pompous humans...

'Dese items are claimed to be items of lost families - from when da orcs Razed Stormweend...hee planned to use them to eenstate hee's own nobeeleety, whether they were real nobeeleety or not. Less than an hour ago I eenformed da eenqueesitah dat we had taken care of Lord Kerengar, or dat we would tomorrow. Dat we have planted eveedence and would have heem arresteed...Shadoweyes weel be arriveeng at dis Keep tomorrow. To Gloat. To Judge. I believe dis is da time to breeng heem down, for good.

'To kill him Captain' -
Siskus

'Keeleeng would put us at hees level Inquisitah.'
Nath frowned and sipped to his wine.

'I concur, slay the mongrel once and for all' added Amarae.

'He's been locked away before Spade.' -
commented the voice of watchman Darsol. Nath rolled his eyes. As if the Stormwind City Watch would be able to aid the Captain...

'Toshleys Station, dey are always seekeen new test subjects. We would fit him weeth dis.'

*sounds of a huge zap and a grunt of a man*

'If dis theeng ees outside da station eet emits a charge...tomorrow we lay a trap. Shadoweyes weel arrive, hee weel go downstairs to Gloat at the preesoner. and den we strike.'

'I assume Dolosen will be allowed out of hiding?'  said Darsol, a comment which made Nath raise an eyebrow. The voice of Banyl Dolosen then pierced the recording.- 'I hope I'm not interupting anything...'

*end of recording*

CRASH!

Nath cursed loudly and smashed a wine bottle into the nearest bookshelf. As the fine liquid made its way to the floor he tore down another shelf. Exhausted from the outburst he sat down in his nearest chair. He could see no way out of this one. No way at all.