Speak!
In a very dark mansion, where it seemed as though nothing existed, dust was the colour of every identifiable object, spiders had staked their claims, with every web they had woven, eeriness accompanied the interior of this mansion, where Aemond sat, tied to a chair.
Terozat and most of Salgurish’s created demons stood beside and behind Terozat as Mutiny, an high ranked land demon, passed Terozat, various toturing devices for humans as at that time.
“You can toture me all you want creature, but I won’t distill where the seal of Dorne is, I will protect Dorne with my life” said Aemond to Terozat, with a brave expression.
“Don’t worry, a little touching and then you can scream all you want, just a little pampering to get you talking, human” replied Terozat, with a nonchalant expression as he took a device from Mutiny.