Waking up to the sound of screams is alarming, thankfully they weren't mine (because that would mean I could both scream and hear myself screaming and by unaware of it while I slept). Poor Guthlu on the other hand was strung up by both his hands and feet and a man was whipping him repeatedly, something I took no joy in (because misery is never joyful, not even to an enemy, of which he was not). I was just on a fluffy bed some water was nearby, I didn't have my weapons, but I have magic weapons are secondary.
"Ahh you're awake sorry I'm just finishing up here." The torturer had white hair and dark skin, it was a weird look, I say this as a man with dark skin and red hair (when I let it grow in, I do have my beard though!). He was shirtless and was wearing light silk pants, clearly because it was so damned hot (which is what woke me up, well that and the screaming).
"Oh by all means." I know that was mean to do to poor Guthlu, but you have to remember when dealing with crazy people you have to indulge them or they will turn on you. Well thats what I do anyway, and it works out, not really, but one of these damned times right? He whipped Guthlu a few more times wiped the sweat off his face and then motioned for to follow him.
We were in what looked to be a fairly huge estate, with multiple open air walkways and some servants moving between them. All the servants were fairer skinned and female, I made note of this for later racist possibilities (look I'm equal opportunity for slaves/servants). We made our way to a study that overlooked the jungle, down below I could see a woman strung up like Guthlu, she too had fresh whip marks, I can only assume from similar treatment.
"Big fan of your work Trezlan, I mean that." We were sitting, he offered me some water and it was very cold and comforting on this hot day.
"What can I say I do my best." Flattery will always get you places with me, because lets be honest I have a huge ego.
"And yet you wound up with my enemies, I can only assume they lied to you and told you I'm a terrible person." He cupped his water sexually, I was reminded of how little clothing I was wearing and how sexy I am.
"He claimed you had his friend."
"I do, she's right down there."
"Well I'm not one for captivity." As my several years of spending time in prisons will attest to.
"Trezlan, Trezlan, they are the bad guys here, not me. Let me tell you a story of my enemies and when it's done you can decide what you want to do." And so I listened to a mad man explain why he's the one slighted. For a brief moment it reminded me of me... Wait shit that makes me sound bad. CURSE YOU INK!
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