Role

Chapter 3

A step back in time ...

Blood dribbles down Alrion's face, as he moans quietly at the
feet of the dungeon guardian. A smile creases the guardians face
as Alrion lets out a final gasp for air as a heavy boot meets
the center of the prone giants stomach. Turning towards the
other giant in the stone prison, the dungeon guardian cracks
his knuckles before he begins to torture the other storm giant
in the cell.

Tohr, stands at the entry to the open cell, voice flat and unmoving
he utters the words "Casulty of War!" Twisting ever so slightly
Alrion glances towards Tohr, his flaming sword initially hurting
his light starved eyes, only to turn away just as swiftly. If he
ever survived this entrapment, Alrion knew that few on the outside
would believe what he had witnessed and started to experience, in
his short time as prisoner. When Tohr spoke, the words seemed little
more than a passing comment. He spoke in a manner that conveyed a
complete and utter lack of concern, he did not care if the prisoners
lived or died, he did not care if they were tortured or not, he did
not care if they were scared or if they were not scared, there was
simply nothing that seemed to move the fire giant. The calm unmoved
voice when he spoke of the torture the prisoners were going to
experience today could just as likely be found in idle conversation
around a cup of tea.

"Would you like a biscuit with your tea?"

Just as likely a statement as

"Would you like me to flay you with a sharp or a blunt knife?"