The Cell of Kahn'a
"Well, Mr. Od'hilkas, whether your are innocent are not, you will suffer for your slight of my character. You have been rude and rudeness is not kind and I do not suffer such behavior."
Kresha lunged forward and scratched several times along Kahn'a's face before the man with the towel wrapped the towel tightly around Kahn'as head as the other man seized the first bucket of salt water and began pouring it slowly over the miqo'te's face as Kresha tossed the blood covered tool into the corner as she waited for the thirty seconds to pass before the bucket was empty. Kresha then seized Kahn'a's throat and pressed her lips together as tightly as she began squeezing the miqo'te's throat.
"Your Red Wings have abandoned you just as you have abandoned Ul'dah. No one will find you, no one will come for you. Not event he Twelve can save you in here. I am your god now. Look at it this way, Mr. Od'hilkas. The longer your fellow Red Wings are free, the longer I keep doing this to you. It's in your interest to spill your words so I'll be direct. Where would your Red Wings hide in Limsa? Where?!"
Kresha let the throat go and waited as the bloody towel was pulled off Kahn'as face, exposing the bleeding gashes.
Titor's cell
"Certainly." Alec said, nodding and then opened his book. He licked his finger before turning several pages and, without pausing, began to read:
"Harboring a terrorist. Smuggling illicit wares. Associating with the enemy. Plotting against the crown. Selling military secrets. Espionage. That's the base of it, but certainly does not place your unit in a positive light. We are aware you are a newer addition and that you might not be fully involved with these acts but you are suspect and were were ordered to bring in all the Red Wings immediately and to treat you as potential traitors until we have proven otherwise. So any part you wish to discuss first?"
"Well, Mr. Od'hilkas, whether your are innocent are not, you will suffer for your slight of my character. You have been rude and rudeness is not kind and I do not suffer such behavior."
Kresha lunged forward and scratched several times along Kahn'a's face before the man with the towel wrapped the towel tightly around Kahn'as head as the other man seized the first bucket of salt water and began pouring it slowly over the miqo'te's face as Kresha tossed the blood covered tool into the corner as she waited for the thirty seconds to pass before the bucket was empty. Kresha then seized Kahn'a's throat and pressed her lips together as tightly as she began squeezing the miqo'te's throat.
"Your Red Wings have abandoned you just as you have abandoned Ul'dah. No one will find you, no one will come for you. Not event he Twelve can save you in here. I am your god now. Look at it this way, Mr. Od'hilkas. The longer your fellow Red Wings are free, the longer I keep doing this to you. It's in your interest to spill your words so I'll be direct. Where would your Red Wings hide in Limsa? Where?!"
Kresha let the throat go and waited as the bloody towel was pulled off Kahn'as face, exposing the bleeding gashes.
Titor's cell
"Certainly." Alec said, nodding and then opened his book. He licked his finger before turning several pages and, without pausing, began to read:
"Harboring a terrorist. Smuggling illicit wares. Associating with the enemy. Plotting against the crown. Selling military secrets. Espionage. That's the base of it, but certainly does not place your unit in a positive light. We are aware you are a newer addition and that you might not be fully involved with these acts but you are suspect and were were ordered to bring in all the Red Wings immediately and to treat you as potential traitors until we have proven otherwise. So any part you wish to discuss first?"
