I Know Nothing

"That's quite amusing," she says, shaking her head.

He sighs, frustrated at how this woman seems to have an unexplainable authority in this territory, a place as foreign to him as the deep end of the sea.

"Listen, I've told you as much as I know. I was never well liked, which accounts somewhat for my lack of knowledge," he spits back. "Besides, if I was of any value, do you think that the king would have let you get away with me?"

She was "Head of Prisoners and Punishment" to his lordship, Thomas Blackwell.

He would not dare give the aforementioned man such a title, as such actions would be similar to those of a traitor, and he might as well be as unfaithful as a spy. His king would tolerate no such thing, mainly because Mr. Blackwell had come to power because of a wicked turn of events, and, in reality, had no claim to the throne he created out of nothing.

"I will send forty legions of dragons, trolls, and dwarves upon the pitiful country you have called a home for the past twenty-five years," she says, her voice strained. "You must understand that you have to surrender the information that we want, that we need..."

"How do you propose that I do such a thing if I do not know what you seek to discover?" he argues stubbornly.

"I do not believe that we are progressing through this in such a manner that I could call valuable or even purposeful."

The lights flicker dramatically over the face of Ms. Rebecca Stone, casting strange shadows. Her fingers, gently tapping on the table in front of her, look odd and bony.

A look of mild impatience is found on her face.

In front of her, you can find Mr. Jackson Oliver, a well-built young man. However, the lines that tell of aging are already faintly present on his face. Stress and worry had always been part of his life, and they had certainly taken their toll.

"The lights shall flicker and die, the water shall run dry, and all souls shall lie down and never rise in the kingdom you have known if you are not careful," Ms. Stone warns. "Your young bride shall be one of the last, so you may see her suffer. Perhaps I'll have your precious king kill her with a promise to spare his life. Magic may have died in those lands, but here, it is strong and powerful."

"Have you no feelings, no soul?" he says. "I've told you what I know, nothing am I hiding."

She tires of this talk, this horrid dragging out of events. A small creature is summoned, and Ms. Stone herself exits the room.

As far as he can tell, the little demon now in the room stands no more than two feet off of the ground, and cannot be more than a foot long. Its deformed head is frightening, and its sharpest teeth are as long as four inches. A tail protrudes from its rear, looking somewhat like a barbed whip.

He call tell that torture is all that can come.