Edric walked slowly alongside Duncan, the sound of chirping birds and buzzing insects surrounding them as they made their way along the edge of the Rogue Dreadlord’s fortress. ”So…”
He hadn’t really had the time to ask, and truthfully he hadn’t wanted to either. Though he was never shy of questions for Duncan, Gilram, and even some of the others, this subject was one that he hadn’t quite known how to approach. Perhaps it was because he feared what the answer would be.
”What are you going to do to him?” Edric hadn’t known Wilhelm Anireth for long, hell, he barely knew the other boy at all…but there was an odd kinship the two of them had formed in their very brief time together. At the very least, he didn’t want to see the Prince turned into mush. ”I mean, are you going to torture him?”
He asked, causing Duncan to almost immediately stop.
The older Dreadlord gave Edric a look that he had seen a thousand times before. It seemed to say; Why would you ask a question that is so entirely stupid?
“Edric, the King is a puppet.” A frown touched the younger Rogue’s face, not entirely sure what that had to do with anything. “He is not inside the government, has no information pertaining to military movements, stations, or even the placement of Dreadlords beyond those surrounding him.”
There was a brief pause, and then Duncan sighed as he put the last pieces in place for Edric. “Do you think his wayward son, recently returned after a fifteen year absence is inclined to know more?”
Ah. Yeah that was a good point. ”Oh.”
Edric said as Duncan shook his head and continued walking.
“Besides, we have three people on hand who can read minds. We don’t really need to torture anyone.” Goosebumps ran over the back of the younger Dreadlord’s skin, but he kept him face the same even mask of simplicity it had been before. He had long since learned to stay away from those particular people when they made their way to the fortress. A glimpse from them might as well have been a death sentence for him.
”So what are we going to do with him?” Edric asked curiously, genuinely not quite understanding the purpose of even taking the Prince.
Duncan stayed quiet for a moment, then glanced over at Edric with a smile. “Well, I think we’ll start by being nice.”
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He hadn’t really had the time to ask, and truthfully he hadn’t wanted to either. Though he was never shy of questions for Duncan, Gilram, and even some of the others, this subject was one that he hadn’t quite known how to approach. Perhaps it was because he feared what the answer would be.
”What are you going to do to him?” Edric hadn’t known Wilhelm Anireth for long, hell, he barely knew the other boy at all…but there was an odd kinship the two of them had formed in their very brief time together. At the very least, he didn’t want to see the Prince turned into mush. ”I mean, are you going to torture him?”
He asked, causing Duncan to almost immediately stop.
The older Dreadlord gave Edric a look that he had seen a thousand times before. It seemed to say; Why would you ask a question that is so entirely stupid?
“Edric, the King is a puppet.” A frown touched the younger Rogue’s face, not entirely sure what that had to do with anything. “He is not inside the government, has no information pertaining to military movements, stations, or even the placement of Dreadlords beyond those surrounding him.”
There was a brief pause, and then Duncan sighed as he put the last pieces in place for Edric. “Do you think his wayward son, recently returned after a fifteen year absence is inclined to know more?”
Ah. Yeah that was a good point. ”Oh.”
Edric said as Duncan shook his head and continued walking.
“Besides, we have three people on hand who can read minds. We don’t really need to torture anyone.” Goosebumps ran over the back of the younger Dreadlord’s skin, but he kept him face the same even mask of simplicity it had been before. He had long since learned to stay away from those particular people when they made their way to the fortress. A glimpse from them might as well have been a death sentence for him.
”So what are we going to do with him?” Edric asked curiously, genuinely not quite understanding the purpose of even taking the Prince.
Duncan stayed quiet for a moment, then glanced over at Edric with a smile. “Well, I think we’ll start by being nice.”
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