"Are you certain this is the course you wish to take...?" asked Belphest, standing with her hands folded neatly atop her lap and sporting a smile that didn't reach her luminous yellow eyes.
"You're the one who advised me to be cautious. That Oirthearian bastard went out of his way to assist this filth. If he appears to play Hero, we'll be ready..." argued Madog, pouring a fur-dissolving regent onto the abdomen of the young Leporidae they had captured, exposing her bare flesh as she struggled atop the stone altar they had her chained to. A blindfold and a gag prevented her from seeing what was going on and crying out, causing her chest to heave and heart to be dangerously fast, but Madog wasn't at all concerned with her safety as he used a short-handled brand fashioned into the shape of a Magic Circle to mark her stomach.
