Kresha nodded her head as he spoke but was pursing her lips. As Kahn'a finished speaking, she sighed and snapped her fingers. The men with buckets stood to the side as the soldier with the towel walked forward and then, in a rapid motion wrapped Kahn's head in a thick towel and tilted the head back, forcing the miqo'tr's face upward. The thickness of the towel would already have made breathing difficult.
"Mr. Od'hilkas, these answers do not suffice. We must now resort to more drastic means." Kresha took a deep breath. This wasn't the first time.she had done this to someone whom had once been a Flame, but Kresha didn't enjoy it. At some point Kahn'a had sworn to defend Ul'dah. That took a special type of courage, even if he had gone back.on his oath. They were fellow soldiers.Â
"Douse him" Kresha ordered. Â One of the men with the buckets stepped.forward and began to pour water over Kahn'a's head, soaking.hair and towel. The water would make.oxygen impossible to obtain and it would run down Kahn A's nostril cavities and throat. For close to twenty seconds Kahn'a would feel as if drowning, cut off from air.
Once the bucket was empty, the soldier with the towel removed it and Kresha looked at kahn'a.
"Mr. Od'hilkas, have you remembered anything you had perhaps forgotten?"
Kresha was giving him a way to answer that might still help him out in the end if he was forthcoming with the information they needed.
"Mr. Od'hilkas, these answers do not suffice. We must now resort to more drastic means." Kresha took a deep breath. This wasn't the first time.she had done this to someone whom had once been a Flame, but Kresha didn't enjoy it. At some point Kahn'a had sworn to defend Ul'dah. That took a special type of courage, even if he had gone back.on his oath. They were fellow soldiers.Â
"Douse him" Kresha ordered. Â One of the men with the buckets stepped.forward and began to pour water over Kahn'a's head, soaking.hair and towel. The water would make.oxygen impossible to obtain and it would run down Kahn A's nostril cavities and throat. For close to twenty seconds Kahn'a would feel as if drowning, cut off from air.
Once the bucket was empty, the soldier with the towel removed it and Kresha looked at kahn'a.
"Mr. Od'hilkas, have you remembered anything you had perhaps forgotten?"
Kresha was giving him a way to answer that might still help him out in the end if he was forthcoming with the information they needed.
