"Ruin this house as best you can," he said to them. "Now."
They moved as though he'd hit them with a whip, overthrowing tables and chairs and generally turning everything into a broken mess, joining the bloodstains that they'd left on the floor. They even dared to reach into the fire to collect burning bits of wood, throwing them around.
"So," he said to the girl. "I am what you call evil. I murdered the people from whence you came. A woman that looked just like yourself. Do you seek death? Is that why you throw yourself at me?"
She shook her head. "I do not think I wish to die."
"Then why did you not run?" Vol asked. "I did not know you were there until you came. You could have fled into the night."
"My collar would make all who recognized me a slave. I would not have been treated well," the girl said.
"Have you been treated so well here? Or before here?"
