The tribulation continues, where Lord Ameniah is first on the list. The session ended yesterday with my concluding remarks. I planned to stall the shifting, however, I was too tired of continuing the interrogation. I am aware of this part between switching the interviewers, as per myself and Lord Ameniah. I am scared about what tactics he is now trying to employ. I don't know what his next move will be. Or he is going yet again to enrage this big guy who has been weakened down to the core. The poor guy has never taken a sleep, a daily routine of three meals, or even medicine for him to recover. What a pity.

"Hello, big guy. It's me yet again. I have come here to sit here face-to-face with you in this stool. To dig something from you, indeed." Lord Ameniah threatens the shackled guy in an implicit fashion.

The orc champion jerks his arms, his thighs, and his body. To no avail, his convulsive movements do not at all budge a little, however. He roars at Lord Ameniah - a huge and a wild shout directly at the face of the interrogator. With the spill of the spit from the mouth, they are all over the face of Lord Ameniah. In my mind, I really know what will transpire to the next episode of it. Since Lord Ameniah is being offended, we'll then, it is either a clout (a kick or a punch) to the gut or to the face. But neither of my predictions have come true. A gentle tap to the left shoulder of the orc champion. Lord Ameniah smiles at him regardless of being smeared by rancid saliva… a handful of it. I am confused by his action - for a fuming idiosyncrasies like him, it seems he has done of what I didn't expect. A calm retort with no shed of bloodlust or aggression.

"Lord Geoff, I presume it is probably your turn to pull out something from this big guy." he commands me to switch places, as he puts a smile on his face (but not a grim grinning get up, just a normal smirk).

Lord Ameniah is definitely a formidable foe to fight against with. Not everyone could have turn out to be alive with every after interview of Lord Ameniah has committed. This is a huge blow to his part - as he takes pride with his job. Well, to spill up some beans in the hardest way. Torture. Secrecy is a divisor but pain is a factor. He will do anything to make his victim spill just a tad of leads that could somehow help to put some pieces to the puzzle. But this time, the style Lord Ameniah applies seems not out of his character. He conceded quite earlier than I thought and as he deemed not to resort to his favorite method. Tinge therapy.

The shifting has been made where a high five gesture between me and Lord Ameniah signifies the changing of places. As we pass by across to each other, Lord Ameniah follows: "Rather than forcing this big guy to submit to us, I suggest you to deviate from the plan, as long as it is beneficial to us..." with a soft tone, hitting me to my chest that clinches his elbow.

"Don't you worry, Lord Ameniah. I am just ahead of that because I already think of something of how or however." I smile, responding in a low tune voice.

"Now, do your thing, then, Lord Geoff. I am placing all of my bets at your grip." he adds in a subsequent tap to my shoulder, as he is praying for my chances to go up.

As I am approaching the immobilized orc warrior, with a height-wise of an average mortal and a third-fourth of it. I am looking in his eyes in an upward stare as to level to his sight, I maintain my position to stand near to him. I choose to aim for his languid approach. But how? I don't even know his name. If he has one, what is it?

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"So, tough guy. What about we make some parleying. Where will you and I come up with a better solution, inn'it? What don'cha think? It is a win-win situation." insinuating, as I notice the furrows from his brows and all over his lips.

He cackles,...: "Such a good negotiation you are applying… now, you are talking, my fellow orcish brother!" where the gravitation loses its weight, as the orc champion emits a happy sensational vibes.

"Say, for an instance, are you willing to serve yourself as a vanguard or a rearguard for the nation. Well, it depends upon your volition on how you would see fit towards your position." I demand his answer based on the options given to him.

"Lord Geoff, this is preposterous-..." as Lord Aisla tries to intervene to my suggestion.

"Lord Aisla, hold your horses. Let me take handle of this circumstance, will you? Just sit tight and watch." as I placate him down, as he complies under my will and he nods his head thereafter, taking care both of the sides that I am handling with - of course, both Lords of the inner circle and this big tough guy, I impose.

As of now, the heat has sufficed to say the least. Lord Aisla has backed off his poise where Lord Ameniah, on the other hand, is relaxing on his chair posing near at the corner between the pillars. I am aware this is no way close to what we are trying to accomplish but we need all the help in these turbulent times. We are desperate. Yes, I know of that. I am undertaking to be a broker between this session, now that Lord Ameniah has compromised himself, it is me and my capability to finish this job. To say the least, Kehina will obtain a muscle (with a strength of in approximately five hundred men) and at the same time, this big guy will gain his freedom. If, only if; he will behave in accordance to our demands.

"Lord Aisla, release him from his cuffs and chains." I demand to liberate the big guy, which they are startled by, of course, they would as therefore to say the least, in terms of candor, in a miniscule way, to vouch for our decision.

"Are you out of your mind? What are you thinking of? Lord Geoff,-..." as, indeed, he does rant, as expected.

"Relax. Lord Aisla. We have come to terms. I mean 'we'; as in plain definition, him and I. Based on the consensus, he has had to agree to our conformity. Otherwise, he will be incarcerated once again." I explain, to die down their insecurity about this big guy.

Meanwhile, whereas the orc champion has been unleashed from his shackles. He stretches all of his muscles and makes a cracking sounds to each joint - neck, shoulders, elbows, and basically, all ligaments.

"It is nice doing business with you, rational man. It is my pleasure." the orc champion bestows me with his commendation, as he offers me a traditional gesture of sealing a deal.

"Likewise, 'second party'. Lord Geoff is the honorary epitaph, by the way. Or you may just call me, 'Geoff'. Either way, whichever you prefer." I reply in as bright and positive demeanor as possible, as I get his offered handshake, which the proposal has been established.

"What's yours?" I add, as of now that I am trying to get comfortable and friendly with the newest partner of Kehina.

"What do you mean 'what's mine', your esteemed khan (primitive way of addressing someone whose attainment belongs to a higher or superior stature, in orcish tradition)?" he says, asking in a perplexed face.

"What I meant is 'can I have your name?'"

“Oh yes, milord. I am called-...”