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It was a dreadful room to be certain, the lack of light had been applied with the most detailed care to give it an oppressive atmosphere all while leaving enough light, either by the positioning of candles or the sun leaking trough the windows for the victims to see the damage or Sigmund to have a clear field of view to not kill someone before time

“Who funded your operation” Sigmund`s hand was on the lever wheel, he just had to pull it to the right and the arms and legs of the man would stretch even further

The arm pits and legs were already purple colored, showing that the victim had been hading this for a treatment for some time he would be lucky to walk if he made it out of here alive... but that didnt seem a likely outcome, never the less he did not seemed to be willing to give anything to him, yet.

“Im” he was more corpse than man now anyway, yet still he defied Batrava “... not telling you a thing” all that suffering in vain, it would be so frustrating to have worked and invested so much time in a man only to have him die without giving nothing in return

“You are just suffering for nothing, I can make it stop you know... the gift of death is welcomed by many” maybe the promise of an end to it all would loosen him, since he was wise enough to know that he could no longer lead the life he used to have before getting caught

“Im not talking” damned lowborns had they forgotten how many menaces the nation had repelled under the Queen´s command, Reiann had seen them trough to dire situations without her patrols scorching the trade routes brigands would feel free to terrorize caravans as they pleased, did they want to revert to an animalistic reign were the one with the biggest club got to choose the first chunk of meat?

Sure the lowborns were getting slightly overworked... well slightly might not be the best word to describe the conditions they worked under, but their sweat and blood secured grains and minerals to keep the nation not only going but growing as well.

“Oswald is it?” Sigmund told the man who had an admirable physical condition to have lasted this long, part of Batrava wished he had caught him with sword in hand, if he was this resilent on the chambers he would probably be a formidable combatant with blade in hand “Tell me my good man, why do you lowborn cattle rise up in arms against his majesty?”

When he turned to meet his eyes he realized he was looking at something else, his pupils fixated upon something that stood out amongst all the rusted iron, bloodied wood and general grimness of the room and the depraved individual that spent most of his time here.

He looked behind him and saw a familiar face

“Red” Sigmund made a disapproving nod as he waved his head from left to right “Oswald this will have to wait, don't go anywhere if you would be so kind”

He left his tools on the worktable and was careful to lock and bolt everything a man in his career had to be careful with those things, didn't want anyone getting hurt by accident

He moved towards her, he could see that she was in a defensive position, what was she expecting? for him to jump at her like a hungry wolf?

It had only happened once, he had an “accident” with another soldier but ever since everyone murmured at his back how little humanity was behind those masks and helms he wore, in a way he liked it, the feeling of intimidation to lesser creatures was a welcomed one.

But this one was not intimidated, simply disgusted, or at least that was what he could gather about her, those defiant eyes of her... the thought of breaking her often mused him, how long could she take? would she shatter before she bent? but such ideas were ill placed, she was after all a knight in the Queen's service, she was an ally

“Lady Fairfax” he told her as he signaled to door making it clear that he wished them to leave the place “To what do I owe the honor?” she did not seemed amused, Sigmund could tell that she wasnt fond of all the depravity he liked, so he added some insult to his words “had you wished it so I would have saved one for you, all that is required of you is to ask and ill be certain to share the experience or...does her majesty has need of us again?”