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Synthara keeps the orcish short sword bouncing back and forth between Malachi and Naomi's throats while wearing an amused smile on her face at watching each of them tense as the cold, sharp blade touches their skin. Her two cloaked guards stand like statues beside the entrance to the tent, perfectly matching in posture and stance.
As the blade returns to Naomi's throat, the Tus'Felnis smirks. "Must this one repeat herself?" She narrows her eyes. "Simply tell Synthara the location of the fragment or give it to her, and you will both be spared. Continue with your stubbornness, and she will cut you down. It is a simple choice, really." She shrugs condescendingly.
Naomi gulps down her nerves and throws an anxious glance at Malachi. He slightly shakes his head; his eyes flash a warning.
Naomi returns her focus to Synthara. "...We don't know where it is." She tries to sound firm, but her anxiety makes her almost let out a nervous laugh.
The Tus'Felnis tisks and shakes her head. "I requested answers, not lies." She smirks and glances back at Malachi, removing the blade from Naomi's throat and walking over to the old man.
She stands over him. "How about we play a game? For every lie each one of you tells, the other will be punished." She grins and glances from Naomi back to Malachi.
Naomi gasps and shakes her head as Synthara lifts the blade over Malachi, slicing it down across his arm. He grunts and sucks in his breath, gritting his teeth and lowering his head.
Synthara smiles winningly and crosses her hands behind her back, elegantly propping herself up with the sword on the ground. "Yes, she thinks this is a very fun game. We will continue to play it. That said, Malachi. Tell Synthara what she wishes to know."
Malachi winces and looks up at the cat. "We don't have it," he states.
Synthara bites her lip and shakes her head. "She does not believe you."
Malachi growls. "That doesn't mean it isn't true. You just want to see blood," he grumbles.
Synthara giggles and shrugs. "Perhaps. But while that may or may not have been the truth, it was vague. Could mean anything. Therefore, not the answer she wants." She turns to Naomi and repeats her action of slicing the blade down at her, only across her leg instead of her arm.
Naomi lets out a weak cry and tries to move back, but Synthara rests the blade behind the girl and leans down to meet her at face level. Malachi growls and tries wriggling his wrists free unsuccessfully, his arm muscles clenching against the pain as his cut begins to bleed.
The Tus'Felnis smiles at Naomi. "Well? She is waiting," she says.
Naomi takes a deep breath and looks at the woman. "I..." She looks away again.
"T... the fragment is... it's..." She bites her tongue and lets out a small nervous laugh.
Synthara nods slowly and leans a bit closer. "Continue."
"Don't do it, Naomi," Malachi warns. "Don't say anything."
Synthara growls and stands up, swiftly moving over to Malachi and stabbing the sword through his leg, making him groan and cough over his suppressed cry. "You will speak only to Synthara! If you speak to each other, the punishment shall be made more severe. Do we have an understanding?" the Tus'Felnis hisses venomously.
Malachi growls and nods slowly. "Yes..." he murmurs.
Synthara smiles and pets him on the head. "Very good. She thanks you for your compliance." She kneels in front of him. "Now speak."
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