Kalai
It was already late at night, and torturing the dragon shifter who delivered Jhantra’s ring finger didn’t open his mouth. Literally.
“Wait, I think he’s either mute or he’s under a spell to not reveal anything to us,” I said to Davroz.
We were still in the library and a cubicle for torture was materialized by Beldran himself to question the said shifter, whom we suspected as a Draggan soldier. His hood was taken off his head and showed his tattooed bald head. His pale skin was a complete contrast to his black clothing he wore, and his eyes were like the abyss itself. He had a jagged scar across his left cheek, which no magic could heal. I guess he had a tough past. Too bad he was tracked do
