Later that day, Mebrar found himself in a dark dirty room with the sounds of screams coming from a nearby room. The door burst open suddenly, with Mergin standing there gesturing that the guards push Mebrar into the room. Bound to a chair and given a small amount of water in a wooden cup, Mebrar was forced to listen to the helpless man"s pleas, muttering statements, and mumbling names repeatedly until the screams faded.
Mebrar looked up and saw the terrified face of one of his senior lieutenants. They oversaw the collection of goods at one warehouse and their distribution to other smaller storage areas and markets. His blond hair was greasy with sweat and soot, and his thumbs held him over a pit of hot coals. His one good eye, not blackened where it had been burned from its socket, saw Me
