"Start talking!" he growled, and he pressed the tip of one dagger against the man's pulsing carotid. He thought better of it a second later, however, and dragged the blade in one red, faintly bleeding line down to the man's back, just between the shoulder blades. "Your friends are dead. It would be a good idea to tell me everything I want to know, because they can't help you now. And I won't let you die as easily as they did."
A hacking cough and moan answered him, and he removed some of his weight from the man's head. It seemed he was willing to cooperate now - unsurprising given the circumstances. The alternative was being tortured to death for his stubbornness, after all.
"Who sent you?"
The man moaned and spat out a tooth as well as a dribble of blood before answering. "
