However, in the end, they were all Dornish, with lives and homes in Dorne, muttering and cursing persisted until Strauss was escorted into an armored vehicle temporarily serving as a prison transport, yet no one was bold enough to approach and free the prisoner.
The armored car rattled on, and Strauss finally spoke with his eyes closed, "This doesn't seem to be heading south."
"Your sense of direction is still very good," said the Deputy Commander sitting opposite Strauss, his voice somewhat aged.
"Then, are you preparing to execute me right here?" Strauss scratched his forehead with his bound hands and asked casually.
"The order I received was to do just that... To avoid prolonged nightmares, to deal with you—a huge problem—right here," the old man replied.
"You're still the same," Strauss remarked. "Have you thought about the consequences of what you're doing?"
