One word rang through Hanan’s mind as he looked upon his bloodied and battered captive: f**k.
His men had followed their orders, alright – this man had been roughed up and tied up, and then left for hours to wait in agonizing terror – but it was the wrong man! Hanan sighed heavily and rolled his eyes. Clutching his dagger to a halt, he clenched his jaw before calmly, almost cheerily, addressing him. “My boys weren’t too…” he spun his dagger once again, passing it through his fingers as he brought it to point at the man, “…rough on you, were they Consul Kraevalen?”
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