As a matter of fact, he would begin to satisfy himself in the introduction, where there was no one but him and Mel. His sword, which had left its sheath a few seconds ago, began to wander along the free part of the broad ridge where he had placed his feet.
The cold metal wasn't alone, leaving red marks behind it as it swept back and forth; Kulus insisted on adding to the physical pain the wounds he would inflict with his tongue.
"So it's okay for you to stand like this, then I won't insist any longer. Look at this, the wounds I just opened are closed immediately; you can do this before your blood mixed with green poison dries.
I am ready to guide for such a mighty guest; please ask, and I will answer whatever you ask about our mine, which is the pride of the Far Circle!"
