Otoh was livid and this was only an understatement of what he was feeling at the moment. No. As time passed, his anger started to double.
"Let us calm down first, Lord Otoh. Nothing is clear yet," said Tosh. He glanced at the chained little girl a few meters before them and gulped. "Why do we shed blood of our own just for our enemies?"
Hori scoffed, pulling Tosh away from Otoh's line of sight—lest it would make the matters worse and they would be subjected to a punishment as well. "That little wench is only an apprentice. She is not a great talent either, so there is no need to speak for her." Hori eyed the unmoving little girl at the heart of the cruelest part of the dungeon inside the Silver Tower—The Ring.
