Jeff Samson, or as literally everyone called him for fear of being horribly eviscerated (or, at least, everyone bar the grand overlord himself, D'ren,) Doomlord, was currently following the sound of screams and cries for mercy through the castle, emerging into the torture rooms. Under most circumstances, he quite liked the torture rooms, they had a nice, vicious, intimidating architecture style, with plenty of darkness to make sure people knew just where they were.

He let out a quiet sigh as he saw the adviser strapped to the wheel, and turned to his... [i]King.[/i] Despite being the ultimate avatar of Chaos and DOOM, he still apparently had a master, so that was a thing. "My lord," he said in a deep, booming voice, that reverberated around the room, rattling some of the panes. "Whilst I am sure he has done many things to deserve such a punishment, he is one of our better advisers, and he seems to have learnt his lesson."

"Also, I'm pretty sure we have a hero problem."

"Again."