Hearing his master’s call, the only one who Kon would bow down to, he quickly set down all his tools, sloppily, as there would be an assistant to fix them. Guards always said that they were the strongest of all, yet a simply tortured maiden can cause one of them to collapse and lose their lunch. He remembered the time he almost got to the best part before the elf went into shock. One of the guards fainted. Quickly, he walked over to his lords chamber, giving a bow not deep as to be recognized as a simple servant, but still giving all respect.

"You're going through them so fast."

At this he gulped, and resolved to find a more tolerant one, even if it means that he must give up the beautiful screams of the maidens. He had no desire to anger his lord, the one who can order him put to his own methods. Any elf, and any drow for that matter, would break under them. It was only a matter of time.

"What must I do to keep you sated? Kidnap maidens from the street? I hear those of the brothel type are truly hardened. You might like that,"

He winced at this. They were hardened, yes, but not to the pain he inflicted. They would perhaps make a few digits, possibly a whole hand, but they would break before he had fun. Enjoyment, yes, but no fun. His master did not understand. He ruled by fear, not pain. He did know how to torture, but people can become resistant to one kind of torture, but still break at a moment from a different torture.

"I do try to keep my favorite torturer happy. I may need you for an upcoming job."

At this he let true enjoyment show, with a small shudder, as if he was a jaguar told that he would be given the largest meal of his life. He was given a job now and then, and he always tried to keep his toys safe. It just wouldn't do to let the most tolerant of them die, not without his approval. He once went so far as to hit another torturer who said that his methods were too slow.

"Come, we must speak business."

At this, his down cast head rose, and he followed his master, almost giddy in anticipation of what he could do. He sometimes had to improvise with his tortures. Those were fun no matter how quickly it was over.