“What about Chorleywood?” Arian had inquired in a voice void of feeling. Conroy laughed bitterly, “Tell me, what do you think?”

　　Arian gritted his teeth, “What about Chorleywood? We vowed never to take the name of that village in these walls again.”

　　Conroy coughed, “You said not a single one of them was left alive.”

　　“I swear to you. Not one of them was left alive to tell the tale. None of them could have survived the blows and then I ...