Pain is nothing. The will to get through is.

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"Tell me, friend, what do you know about the Enlightened."

The blindfolded guard did not waver, his confidence standing like a stone wall even though his hands, feet, and mouth were binded by thick dirty rags.

"No? I do not like silence in a room like this, it horribly disfigures the mood of this place."

Tools of torture hung on the racks like trophies. A pair of knifes, a wicked curved dagger, all stained with dried blood inside the dimly lit room of stone bricks, a single red stone torch illuminating the chamber with a cold light.

“Really now, I would have hardly expected such a cold greeting.” The man took off the rag that held the guard’s mouth from speaking. “Here you go. That must seem better.”

The guard just spit on the ground next to the interrogator’s feet, scorning his presence as he struggled to break his hands free from the shackles that laid him here in this hell.

“Interesting…so you’re a Follower of Aerial guard right?”

“How did you know?” he mumbled, strength depleted from the horrid conditions inside the damp dungeon.

“Well…let’s just say you have…ah…cockroaches in your guild, but no matter. You’ll be dead before the fortnight. You’ll never escape, and we both know it, so just tell us what you know, and you’ll be set free. Simple as that!”

“Fine…what do you want to know…” His breathing rasped as he struggled to find fresh air inside the soggy dungeon.

“Your superiors planned to help Oren attack the orcs for Kramamoe. What do you know about that?”

The guard stayed silent, waiting for death’s embrace to come.

“No? Fine then, what is your name.”

“John….John Ionic the Third….”

“Really now? Quite a royal name for a guard.” He got off the chair and began to walk back and forth, the clack of the feet echoing throughout the room. He took out a needle and a mysterious pot.

“Well, looks like we’re going to have to do this the hard way, or the easy way. Which one would you like?”

“Bring….it.”

The stranger smiled, but it never reached his eyes.

“Well, so be it. Welcome to hell.”

Nathaniel Stormwind had the needle ready, its point dripping with an unknown liquid.

“You’ll be begging for mercy at the end of the day, and death will give you a lovely embrace. “

“Trust me. “

“This.”

“Will.”

“Hurt.”

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Moved to the Great Library. It shall be sorted into appropriate category shortly.