"Finally!" Jirni exclaimed. Ebert Cailon had managed to impress her. Hurting or threatening him had been useless until that moment. It was the first time he made a real sound.
"Aside from cracking their own nails, nobles are not supposed to have a notion of pain. It's what makes you so easy to interrogate. Now we have something to work on." She removed the ten centimeters (4 inches) enchanted needle imbued with her light magic.
The pain disappeared, leaving only a small trickle of blood.
"What was that?" Duke Cailon asked while gasping for air.
"A nerve bundle in your deltoid muscle."
"Do your worst, witch." He replied while gritting his teeth. "If I'm already dead, I have nothing to lose. You can make me scream, but I will not betray my comrades!"
"Comrades? This means they are your buddies from the army." She giggled.
Eberst bit his tongue in despair. Then, everything went off the rails.
