The session of the inspection is over. All of the tools have been damaged, it is by the fact that the subject is too sturdy and burly. Since torturing the big guy seemed a predicament at all, my fists went bleeding and the instruments were chipped into figures. This is the first time I held that the subject endured all of my methods and such. No screaming, no begging, no sorts of alleviating the process of my techniques. No, nothing. To my surprise, this orc lad manages to survive all kinds of gruesome assault I've dealt upon. The first ever that I hear no wailings of my victim. All of what I've done was unnecessary but the subject stoked me to do this from him, therefore, I don't have much of a choice. However, all seemed to be in naught.

"Lord Ameniah!" as the roar of scream is approaching me, with the seething sensation harbors upon me.

I glance at my back, where the rage finally pins me down against the wall. Hoisting me up and by the weight of my collar, Lord Geoff holds me up. And yes, I do forget that he has a partial blood of an orc. I presume a fourth (¼) of a hybrid mix. The idiosyncratic strength really pronounces his identity.

"Lord Geoff! This is yet the first time you came into contact with me in a rather quite aggressive approach." as I snide, boosting his ire, I am quite curious about his reaction on how he will deal with it.

He punches me on my right cheek, I dare to counter his clout and yet again, I do forget which hand he is of his dominant use. I can see his sorrow based on how many I did inflicted wounds on my prey. I can feel it, lo, he is wailing inside but demonstrating some certain kind of stoicism from his semblance. He really seems pissed off and his upset goes up over the roof in just a matter of seconds. Lord Geoff then hangs me down as I reach my soles beneath the ground. He cleans up the wrinkles on my neck collar, as he leaves with no more words to say. I head towards the infirmary, afterall, Lady Anda might be worried about what happened to my face. I take an instant first aid treatment and then patch it up in the process. I am all set up at least a scar has left up upon my face.

"Milord, what happened to your face?" worrying, asks by one of the many medic men present in the tent.

"Do worry not about it. Hehe… I just slipped my chin on the pavement. That is all." as I reply with a simple statement, not uttering the whole details of the story.

I leave the commotion inside the clinic to circumvent any kind of misunderstanding where I am trying to conceal the transpiration that has happened (charade has happened between us - Lord Geoff and I) earlier. Some of those men who were before my presence, I would believe that I can vouch, are the gossip mongers. These kinds of men raise their levels of masculinity. A typical lad values this class of honor, the secrecy, is a worthwhile trustworthy individual. Men these days are too blabbery and so verbose that they almost have had failure to keep up with the old school era and could not keep their mouth shut.

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As I am walking down the hallway, I am approached by Lord Aisla, where he nudges me on my chest: "You have been so worked up. What has befallen from you? Are you alright?" asking me, in a sarcastically tone of speaking.

"Never been better as you could see." maintaining my composure and retaining the seriousness in me behind the stance of my face.

"You should have listened to me. To slow things up when 'enough is really enough'. To be honest, I don't question the ways of how you would extract information against your victims or whatsoever. The thing is Lord Geoff's eyes and ears were present during the interrogation a while ago. We have known Lord Geoff on how he acts and how he treats people with idiosyncratic disparity." nagging, as Lord Aisla keeps sermoning me under his breath to my ears, he elaborates in an eloquent manner.

"Apologies. Apologies. It was because the height of my urge made my eyes abysmally insular. Yes, I was tunnel-visioned. The momentum kept on surging up, there was no way I could egress myself during the heat of my investigation." as I also try to explain the distinction of my part, I utter.

"You should not speak those words to me. You should talk to Lord Geoff in lieu of explaining futile things to me." Lord Aisla suggests, as the way of his diverting matter towards the other topic.

I mutter underneath my respiration whereby Lord Aisla let go of me under his clutch, stating: "...but Hell, I do enjoy hurting people. But the prior one was so humdrum, therefore; I did get not a bask of its wailing, weeping, and screaming. The big orc I am referring to. But well. Ugh!" as I puke out the words I meant to enjoy in an imaginary fashion.

Meanwhile, treading towards at the doorstep of our headquarter room, Clyden is standing against the ledge of the entrance. I walk slowly while verifying his other reactions might act. He is biting his nails as he looks at the window, where he wedges and saddles his offhand (non-biting nail of the hand) on the windowsill. With each nail he peels using his teeth, he savors the cuticle of it. Moreover, I contain a pique of his actions lately whether he might be waiting for my presence or just hanging around this corridor. Right before he detects my audience, he glances towards the path that I am treading. Of course, I didn't skip a step. I just walk around and resume to where the situation like nothing has happened.

"Lord Ameniah! Where have you been?" he shouts, as I am right on cue in my speculations in the past not long before.

"It is glad to see you once more, my adjutant. What is the news about the current affairs, Clyden?" I greet him, hereafter asking about the concurring circumstances of Kehina.

"That, milord, is where we should discuss this endeavor from behind closed doors of our meeting room." he points out with his finger towards the entrance of the door of our secret chamber.

"This is a controversial topic and it needs to be handled with care, Lord Geoff. So, it is best to distribute this confidential information within the members of our group." he adds, as he is portraying to keep close between us.

"I then understand. Well, if you mind. Please lead me the way, Clyden." I agree, as I nod to his instructions.