I was expecting them to throw me back in a cell as they had Gatren. They didn't. During one of my lucid moments, just after Ormal had spent a little time healing something that would have killed me, I asked why that was.
“Gatren was reasonable. He agreed to help us.”
“So you threw him back in the cells?”
“Kukran Epthel is not a fool, don't delude yourself that you can match him in any way, you worthless piece of dung.” Ferrian was taking a break; I didn't have any inclination to be introduced to the scabrous monster who was currently my interrogator. “He will work on their will, subtly weaken their resolve, and he will spy on them until he is assigned another task.”
“And me?”
“You will break, one way or another, some time or another, everyone does and everyone is useful to the purpose in some fashion or another. What use will you be?”
“None.”
Break over.