Satoru

While it wouldn't be seen, a smile could be heard as Satoru spoke. "You make a good point. Since death by some means is already soon approaching, regardless, it lacks the same kind of impact. However, a long time suffering, being able to be tortured and kept alive for prolonged period, is something I can offer you, if you refuse to tell me who you would be working for. It is not as though you would have any more loyalty to them, as you are now also their... loose end, to tie up. If you cooperate, I can most likely have your charges reduced to merely imprisonment, with better furnishings than you have currently. While you would still not have your freedom, you would have your safety." He too would have noticed the sound of the guards playing, his arms crossed in an unusual way would shift ever so slightly in response.

The light chuckle that had been heard from the mask before, reappeared for a few moments. "You believe that I would kill you here? You are quite wrong, of course I would not. That would be unnecessarily risky and liable for me to be caught. No. That is what an amateur would do. However, I know that your prison is also your fortress. You are much safer here, than outside. If I ensured your release, you would be at the mercy of me, those who suffered due to the trafficking of the items you are having delivered, the one who contracted you to deliver them, and the one who was to receive them. Who is most dangerous is unknown, only that you would die within a day or two, most likely." He'd step forward closer to the door so that the light would shine on his features a bit more. "If I were to kill you, I would not do so without learning the truth, regardless. There are tonics in this world that allow me to conduct interrogations rather efficiently. They make individuals very susceptible to suggestions. Along with more archaic methods. The choice is yours."

Satoru would let out a small chuckle at the lalafell. "Indeed, only one. However, I am not here for your life, yet. You have information I require. Who were you shipping that container for? I need a name, because currently there are two paths that can be taken. The path of the fool and soon to be dead, and the path of they who aid in the death of another. Deny me the information, and you take the first path." He would say this all matter of factly. He'd have no emotion short of that small chuckle. It would not be clear on who his threat would be carried out, yet, however. His vague notion of dread being something he would be glad to promote.

Slowly, the sound of footsteps would echo towards the Lalafell's ears as someone paced methodically down the hall, every few steps the hall seemed to be darker as if someone snuffed out the torches. It could have been the guard, but doubtless they would not spend so much time to simply walk to a cell. The pacing and the individual to which the sounds belonged, stopped abruptly at the cell's door. The lighting was dim, where they stood, a silhouette with minor details able to be seen just in the gloom, if one squinted. It was a male, with his posture and framing, that much was clear, but he was dressed to blend in with the dark and gave no other details about his appearance, carefully hidden beneath his indescript clothing and black mask. He radiated a coldness, a hard, emotionless face, matched with emotionless, professional demeanor. After a moment of staring into the cell from the entrance, he would merely state in a neutral tone, "We have business to discuss."

I'd say that this could be a very good idea, because there are a lot of variables that would affect a lot of different people.