Satisfied with her silent obedience, Gregor nodded and continued in a less threatening tone. "I'm glad we understand each other, Loka. As long as you do as I say there will be no need for me to treat you as I would any other one of your kind." He put his hat back on his black, swept-back hair and motioned for Loka to follow him. Gregor left the circular chamber back the way he came; through the long, dark corridor. 

Gregor kept a slower pace than he normally would, allowing Loka to keep up with him. He sincerely doubted she'd had much room to move around since her capture and it was obvious from the way she walked that it hurt to stand on her legs. Despite himself, Gregor felt a pang of pity for the woman. As much as he hated those who dabbled in things they should stay well clear of, he always gave his enemies a quick death. This torture that the Templars had inflicted on Loka was appalling. Annoyed, Gregor suppressed the feeling.

"Tell me about Irem Kopt and this Peacock God of yours," Gregor said in an attempt to distract himself. He truthfully knew very little about the place and its culture and this was as good an opportunity to learn more about the world as any.