The Argonian noble's expression remained serious, and notably unsympathetic. He looked to his healers and gave a slight nod towards the table with the torture implements. "Set her up on the table, and be cautious of her strength." He ordered.Stepping up in front of Fendros, he pressed his knife up against Fendros' throat to the point where it just barely broke his skin. "I am going to get the information I want, or I am going to have some fun with your friend here. Those are the only outcomes. You have until we are done setting her done setting up to decide which it will be."

The two healers moved tools on the table to the side and slid the table itself up next to Ahnasha. Once it was in position the noble drew his silver blade and pressed it up against Ahnasha's neck. "If you try anything, I will end you before you can take in a breath." He threatened. As quickly as they could, the healers removed the chains from their clamps on the ceiling and quickly moved to reattach them to clamps on the floor, all while forcing Ahnasha to lay on her back on the table. Though her ankles were still bound, this was somewhat of an opportunity for Ahnasha to act, but having her throat impaled by a dagger only a few minutes before gave her little doubt that the noble would finish her if she tried to resist. The blade he wielded was certainly silver, as she could feel the metal burning her flesh as it was pressed against it. So caught up in fear was she that she could bring herself to do nothing as the healers secured her chains to their anchors on the floor. Once again, she was bound, unable to move, and at the noble's mercy. She was dreading whatever he intended to do her, but she was still resolved to protect Rhazii. In her mind, his safety was worth her suffering. For the moment, she just hoped Fendros felt the same way. The healers took their positions once more as the noble sheathed his sword and grabbed his knife. He stood on the side of the table opposite Fendros so that he could see his every reaction to Ahnasha's impending torture. 

"Now that we are ready, you have one final chance to answer my question. Do you know the layout of the cult's lair?" He demanded, hovering his knife over Ahnasha's flesh.