"That's an understatement, dear. I picture him do tremendous pain to the other prisoners who were taken..."

The lifted mood that both of them had tried to create, wasn't easy to maintain as the realization of the other prisoners' fate become apparent. It wasn't just for show that Lord Octa's caste was called "Court of the Dead". "But you were the target of our quest. The others were a secondary priority, I'm afraid. And achiving more than that seems a luxury these days." 

Thaliar supported Rook the best he could, leading her back towards the ambush sight all of this mess had began just a few minutes ago. The darkness seemed to be accompanied by the sound of silence; at least from where the two were, the sound of melee had ceased. But for all Thaliar knew, Kan had simply resorted to brutal fist-fighting, a quieter approuch than usual. But what had really happened, remained to be seen. 

"The good thing is that we finally got you. But there's bad news too...we rescued you for more than just the fear of spilled information...I'm afraid we are running out of time, so to speak..."