Muttonhawk

Call of the Hunt [EliteCommander and Muttonhawk]

While Meesei's intimidation was effective, the prisoner certainly didn't let go of hope of a slippery escape. Gallus' reaction was to curl his lips and press them against his teeth in a tight smile. He was shaking his head. "That seems a valuable trade," Gallus began, sounding more amiable than Meesei, "Our gift is something rather...costly. I think whether you should join us should depend on the quality of your answers. Meesei," Gallus looked to her, "I'll be right back, I need to go fetch something."

Gallus walked away briskly to the camp and rummaged through their supplies. He came back less than a minute later with leather gloves on his hands and a new dagger on the back of his belt. It was a knife taken from one of the werewolf hunters they encountered. His absence would give Meesei and the prisoner a moment on their own. Gallus trusted Meesei to not turn the prisoner before he came back, if only to get something out of him.

Call of the Hunt [EliteCommander and Muttonhawk]

It's no problem.

Call of the Hunt [EliteCommander and Muttonhawk]

Fendros sighed through his nose. "You are correct. We all are lucky to be in such caring families." Again, Fendros considered helping further, but he couldn't. He knew that tonight the pride would likely best spend their time recovering from the shock of their torture and getting back into reality. Fendros knew it was overeagerness to help pain that he knew of intimately, but he still felt partly annoyed at being useless.

Over by the prisoner, Gallus' reaction to Meesei's extended threat was similar to the prisoners'. Though his face was obscured from the prisoner, he looked as if he himself would be remiss to keep any secrets from Meesei - and he was already a werewolf. Quietly clearing his throat and snapping out of the moment, Gallus crossed his arms and looked back at camp. He caught the eyes of Jo'rashaad and noted his attention before looking back to the prisoner. He didn't want a repeat of the incident at the cabin, unless they wanted that kind of approach, of course.

Having had emptied his stomach in the basement of the cabin, Tzirret sat slowly chewing on a chunk of meat for his second dinner. He was looking around curiously amongst all of the newcomers, but didn't really feel comfortable talking to them for fear of offending them after such a long time confined. Sabine and Peiter were asleep, so there weren't many other great options. Upon finishing his final mouthful, Tzirret looked upon the still terrified looking young Bosmer girl and considered trying to speak to her. After a minute, he thought better of it. Given the story he overheard from the girl's aunt nearby, the last person she would want to interact with is another Khajiit stranger. Tzirret instead resigned himself to find his bedroll and get some sleep. It had been a long day.

Call of the Hunt [EliteCommander and Muttonhawk]

There we go, now it's goodnight.

Call of the Hunt [EliteCommander and Muttonhawk]

The recount of Ciinriel's experiences in that basement was nothing short of horrific to Fendros. It was worse than he had originally thought and more repulsive than he could have imagined. To think that the one tied up nearby had committed such a torture - in front of the girl's adoptive parents, no less - caused Fendros to feel overwhelming sadness and contempt for the torturer. Jo'rashaad's reaction made a lot more sense now. "That wretch will pay dearly," Fendros said through his teeth, "There is no forgiveness for such actions."

Fendros glanced to Ciinriel again, then looked to La'khay, "I couldn't imagine that happening to our child. If there is anything we can do to help, do not pause before asking." Fendros breathed in to elaborate that his and Ahnasha's experiences might give insight into how to help Ciinriel, but he closed his mouth and let the breath go. No matter how many times he thought about Ahnasha's vivisection, there was always some amount of pain.

There was no hesitation or gentleness granted as Gallus squat down and untied the prisoner's blindfold, tugging it free roughly. "Greetings," Gallus grinned as he looked into the man's eyes. One was swollen and purple from the blow to the side granted by Jo'rashaad. "How's the bruise? Still feel like living? Here is where you get to negotiate." Gallus stood up and stepped back, but would undo the prisoner's gag as soon as prompted to.

They were out of earshot of the camp, so Gallus hadn't heard about the additional tortures perpetrated by the prisoner. Hopefully, the camp would additionally not hear about any compromises that Meesei and Gallus might make with him.

Call of the Hunt [EliteCommander and Muttonhawk]

Wait, nevermind, I remembered I'm driving in today, so I have about another 45 minutes. I'll see if I can get a response in.

Call of the Hunt [EliteCommander and Muttonhawk]

Heading to work now. G'night!

Call of the Hunt [EliteCommander and Muttonhawk]

Nice. I actually got to take advantage of the nice weather today and get some exercise, haha!

Call of the Hunt [EliteCommander and Muttonhawk]

Take all the time you need.

Call of the Hunt [EliteCommander and Muttonhawk]

"This one knows that is a lie, but they did try to kill her, as well as the rest of us. They failed," Tzirret affirmed. He paused and confirmed to himself that Ra'katesh was probably not someone to be nervous talking to before continuing. "I have never met a werelion before today. I have been curious as to what you look like...when transformed, I mean."

The conversation was stilted and short, cutting off long before they reached camp. Beyond that, there was little discussion between the pride and the others. All were likely too exhausted to bother.

Arrival back at camp found Uthri still on watch and Sabine fast asleep in her bedroll after reluctantly letting Peiter get his own sleep. Sabine peeked open her eyes a couple of times, but was far too tired to greet the newcomers.

For the most part, Fendros had recovered from the anxiety brought on by the rack, but it still floated around in his mind like a distant cry of alarm. He sat close to Ahnasha and gave Ciinriel a sympathetic look. "That Bosmer girl didn't deserve that," he murmured to Ahnasha, "She must be terrified." Since Colours was nearby, Fendros caught his attention and asked him, "I remember it mentioned that Jo'rashaad was connected to Ciinriel. How, exactly?"

Gallus wanted to get the interrogation over with quickly as well, so as soon as he arrived in camp, he secured the prisoner to a tree a short distance away with some more rope, bound his legs again, and searched for Meesei. "I've got a the prisoner roped up on yonder tree," Gallus pointed towards the still gagged and blindfolded Khajiit, "I was going to question him, there's no reason you can't join in if you feel strong enough and are inclined to. In any case, is there anything in particular you want me to get out of him?"