Anna and Layla stood in front of the two endless night heretics tied to the chair. Their faces were all bloody and swollen. Their heads down as they had fainted from all the torture. Bren stood beside them with a knuckle on his hand, stained red, blood dropping down on the floor.
"Did he say anything?" Anna asked.
"Nothing lady Anna. They are the most tight-lipped bastards I've ever seen." Bren said helplessly, shaking his head.
"We'll have to try something else then." Layla said.
"There's only one way then lady Layla. We need a wizard who can extract memories." Bren said.
"But wizards like that are very rare. The wizards from the tower are quite haughty. They don't even meet outsiders." Anna said, clicking her tongue in annoyance.
Silence spread in the room. All three of them went into thought. Contemplating for solutions. Just then there was a knock on the door. The three of them were pulled back from their thoughts with the knock.
"Yes?"
"Lady Anna! It's me Liam."
