Reluctant screams filled with anguish, hatred and fear reverberated through the halls as Frost's ronso guards ruthlessly dragged the wannabee assassins back to their holding cells. Frost had what he needed, the true mastermind had been revealed and all that was left was to make those who dared lay a finger on his family beg for their deaths.
"I want their deaths to be slow and painful, spare no expense in elongating their suffering." Frost's voice was so cold that even Findley shivered upon hearing it. Their master had been truly angered.
"As you wish master" An ice troll witchdoctor responded to Frost with a growing smile that was filled with evil intentions. He would be the one in charge of bringing these assassins back from the brink and evaluating how much pain they could take before they'd hit their limits.
Frost walked a few steps before remembering something which caused an evil smirk to form on his lips.
