Jessica spits some blood on the floor and gives a hatefull look at Senthiri.
Tortur, hvis du har lyst, vil jeg dø, hvis jeg taler, og jeg vil dø, hvis mine sår få bugt med mig. Den sorte har lidt for aldre, vil min giver ikke behager ham.
Argot:
Torture if you like, I'll die if I speak and I'll die if my wounds get the better of me. The Black One has suffered for ages, my yielding won't please him.
Jessica noted a disagreement with her interrogaters, even before they started asking questions. She grinned, and kept her mouth, even if she didn't like the look of the knife.
There is not, your room is on the first floor of the tavern. You can take place above the stairs tough, where you have a view on the door room and on anyone approaching the stairs.
When she gets a pitcher of water in her face, the female bandit awakens. She curses softly when she feels ropes around her and looks up. More bad news.