"WHERE IS THE RUNE, PRINCE? DELIVER ME IT, AND I SHALL CEASE THIS TORTURE!"

Another slash, which hit four-fold, ripping into his back, blood covering the cell walls in plenty. His voice scarcely audible having screamed so loud from the initial dose of pain. Life flashing before his eyes, he resorted to his old self. Which meant saving his own skin, literally.

"UNDERNEARTH THE FLOOR BOARDS OF THE CASTLE! IN ZEDDORIN, PLEASE STOP! I WILL DIE ...