[Boston] Interrogation
They wanted information from the hobgoblin. They were too nice. Her gaze drifted around the freehold's common room, settling on a black marker.
Walking into the kitchen, she remembered how Gustav had taught her craftsmanship. Precision was important when the material tended to squirm and scream. She marked her lines, following the smell of bone and tendon. The ogre's voice was calm and reasonable, smooth where the hobgoblin's spiked in acrid terror, wavering as she drew each dotted line.
Finally the ogre sighed, looking at the wolf. "It would be a shame if you didn't finish your artwork."
Hide and muscle parted as silken mist under her single claw, and the hobgoblin screamed its life away under her unmoving gaze.
Walking into the kitchen, she remembered how Gustav had taught her craftsmanship. Precision was important when the material tended to squirm and scream. She marked her lines, following the smell of bone and tendon. The ogre's voice was calm and reasonable, smooth where the hobgoblin's spiked in acrid terror, wavering as she drew each dotted line.
Finally the ogre sighed, looking at the wolf. "It would be a shame if you didn't finish your artwork."
Hide and muscle parted as silken mist under her single claw, and the hobgoblin screamed its life away under her unmoving gaze.