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[h2]Thymund White[/h2]
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Thymund would look at Erin as she glanced down the tunnel, taking the opportunity to end the snake he had held quickly. With a swift movement Thymund would clench his hand into a fist as he pulled backwards, tearing out Desdemona’s throat. His grip on her head would not loosen, keeping her standing as the motion was made. Thymund’s eyes seemed absent of any feeling, as though they belonged within the skull of an animal who has just captured nothing more than prey. 
“You may be used to being pampered… but I am sure you will be kind enough to cooperate with me.” Thymund would hold on to Desdemona as she died, speaking as though he were in a room preparing tea. His claws would be absent of blood, though this did not stop the stream of blood that would quickly spill down the woman’s chest and over her coils. Thymund would then throw the hunk of bloodied flesh at the goblin as if to remind the creature he had not been ignored or forgotten. 
Thymund would be mostly silent should either of them speak to him while Desdemona died, however after she would pass he would release her. “I am called Thymund White… I apologize for meeting you in such circumstance.” He spoke as though he may soon become a broken record. His eyes would quickly fall to the goblin, however. “Any questions you have may be voiced now that I may provide you with my undivided attention.” Thymunds eyes would lock on the goblin, as if daring him to attempt anything at all. “Though as I said before, I will not be able to speak of everything you wish to know… but I will be taking you to a more reliable informant. Far more so than a goblin and a snake.” Thymund’s clawed hands would slowly rest at his sides after letting go of Desdemona. The snake’s corpse would be free to hit the floor with the absent stare of death.