"You're interested? Then, I won't tell you," Mallory replied matter-of-factly.
Alaric clicked his tongue and gestured at Mike, "Yeah, we'll see about that."
In no time at all, Mike arrived at Alaric's side. In his hand was a bag, and Alaric reached into it, only to reveal a pair of pliers.
With no urgency to his step, Alaric paced around the restrained Mallory, and asked, "What's more important? A name, or your bloodline?"
Mallory's laughter soon rang throughout the silent battlefield. It was eerie and frightened every soldier nearby.
"Is he going to attack?!"
"Prepare for combat!"
"I... thought we won..."