Indeed, in the entrance section where there was no one else save him and Mel, he was about to gratify himself. The blade, which had abandoned its scabbard a few seconds prior, began to roam across the exposed expanse of the broad back beneath his feet.
As it advanced back and forth, leaving crimson trails in its wake, the cold metal was not alone; Kulus was persistent in augmenting the physical agony with the wounds he would carve with his tongue.
"So, lingering in such a posture poses no issue for you; in that manner, I shall press the matter no further. Behold, the wounds I carved moments ago have already mended; you manage to accomplish this before the blood mingled with the green venom has even dried. I stand prepared to serve as a guide for such a formidable guest; I implore you, inquire! I shall answer whatever you ask concerning our mine, the pride of the Farthest Circle!"
