"Dammit! This is pointless. They'll never talk."
"That's right, they'd rather save their precious ally, since he is the best person with more knowledge about us than anyone else."
"I say we kill them all, except two… two FORTUNATE pigs that will have the opportunity to survive, if they can tell us what we need."
Heh-heh-heh-heh.
Several creatures gave off a menacing front. And typically at this point, some humans would cry, beg, drop to their knees and begin confessing.
There's always a black leg among any crowd of humans. That's what they've learnt throughout human history.
There's always a betrayer, a backstabber who is willing to save his own skin and damn the consequences, even if it means that everyone else will die.
They waited and waited for the betrayer to reveal themselves, only to see these humans still standing there with lazy and bored expressions.