"Put him on the chair... no, tying him up again doesn't matter anyway," Shashoh said when Dalavesta arrived at a remote location, an old, collapsing wooden shack, with her prisoner. Somehow he was there first and there wasn't a trace of a horse anywhere. He then approached Cifero from behind and took out a beautiful silvery blade, deliberately doing it in such a way that loud unsheathing sound was heard. "He's our guest after all," he said, cutting the ropes, then continued. "I saw you being attacked by Hunter and defended by Lorkin, which makes Hunter our ally and you our enemy." He walked around confused Cifero and then went on again. "But then, I heard you claim Hunter is your ally and I know he, in fact, works with Lorkin. Which makes you an enemy again." He circled Cifero in the other direction. "Yet again, Hunter seems to be obsessed... or rather posessed. That complicates matters greatly. I understand you want your friend back. This is what friends do, is it not?"
He stood in front of Cifero and put his hands on the armrests. His long ears hung on both sides of Cifero's head as he leaned closer. "I think you know already that we are allies, friends... family, even," he said with a wink, "and for the sake of everyone--including the family and your very self--I need you to tell me everything, everything you know."