"DAMN! MOTHER OF WORMS!" Spade yelled.
He punched one of the pieces of bone so hard that when he withdrew his fist, there was nothing left except for a powdery substance that would have required days of work in a deadrousing interrogation.
They had lost whatever valuable information the man had held inside his head.
However, they knew plenty of things already. They would be able to wipe out the entire fortress by poisoning the water of the river that the Order got their drinking water from.
There was, of course, the matter of actually cooking up such a poison that its effects could reliably be masked, as there was no way of getting a message to the prisoners about the water being dangerous.
Serenica was not too worried about the actual chemistry side of things. What she was worried about was the presence of a real dragon.
The Black Mountain would surely notice it if all of his underlings suddenly got sick and died.