Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-31049256-20170312190004/@comment-31049256-20170321023425

The scout screams in agony. He grips his hand as best he can despite his bindings. His new stump bleeds, tears well up in his eyes, and he alternates between gasping and gritting his teeth as he rocks in his seat.

He breaths heavily and fights sobs as he looks to Marcus, "D-do what you will filth."

Garrett revoves a vial from his coat, gazing theough it's red-orange contents at the nearby candle. He thumps the vial a few times, then takes the scout's injured hand roughly. The man struggles futily againt the hunters grip, "You will answer Lord Jaghund's questions, otherwise...."

Garrett tilts the vial until only a single drop of the fluid lands on the stump, and the results are instantaneous.

The scout kicks and screams, his whole body writhing as if he were on fire, "Next time you'll get the whole bottle." Garrett ends darkly.