As Ludvig grabbed the musketeer's bloody hands and channeled his magic to heal him, a terrible shrill could be heard, even with a handkerchief in the mouth, it sounded like someone was being tortured by dipping their hands on a molten bronze. 

The sergeant scowled at Carnathia in a mix of anger and resolution. He could not look at what had been done to his men, but he could hear, and he could picture what his assailants were up to. The icy contraption still bound him to the ground, and at that moment he looked like he was ready to accept his fate. 

[b][color=DB261D]"[/color]Wench got nothing else to ask but to repeat your questions?[color=DB261D]"[/color][/b]  He glared at Carmen and Carnathia, before spatting. [b][color=DB261D]"[/color]Go to hell, [i]suka![/i] [i]Ptoy![/i] You will not get anything from me. Do your worst! Come on![color=DB261D]"[/color][/b] 

He howled, as loud as he could. And then he laughed when Amanita walked closer and started to expose him with her spores.

[b][color=DB261D]"[/color]What? Putting a hex on me now?! Hahahaha! Why are you playing dumb?[color=DB261D]"[/color][/b] he jolted himself and struggled harder, this time he looked terrified for real before finally, the spores did their things. The man snorted and finally stopped howling like a wounded animal. But he spoke no word, only his gaze looked deep into his opponent's eyes as if mentally remembering every shape and contour of their faces. 

[b][color=DB261D]"[/color]There is no salvation in this land,[color=DB261D]"[/color][/b] he muttered calmly, but definitely in delirium. [b][color=DB261D]"[/color]Let them steal and more will come and do the same. Give them small punishment and they will spit on your face. Vodka, I need vodka. Miss vodka! Been months since our last supply... know nothing about your fancy god-lover.[color=DB261D]"[/color][/b]


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When the Sergeant bantered with the rest of the team, the peasant approached Carmen with trembling legs. 
"Thousands of pardons, sire. This poor fellow will forever be grateful of your rescue, but methinks we should leave this place. I know where your folks are..." he looked at the road ahead, and with a shivering voice, continued. "We's close to the red stripes camp, and 'fraid them soldiers will come anytime to check on their friends." 

Nodding, Carmen asked. "How many are they in their camps?"

"Aint no sure, sire, but no less than a hundred red stripes. Could be wrong, for I isn't from here."

Carmen reassuringly tapped the peasant's shoulder and clapped his hands to quickly gather everyone's attention.  

"We need to move now," he announced. "Quickly, before this place turns into another Vesnaggrad. Amaris, Mirielle, Ludvig, por favor! let us leave this place and leave those soldiers be! Peasant, you will ride with me, show us the way."