(It's alright)
*devin walked back over watching Zanthe do her work as the troop struggled weakly. He sat there pleased glad he was getting what he deserved*
If you want peace, then prepare for war
Zanthe repeated the action a few more times, then, feeling that the troop had suffered enough, she picked up the switchblade and held it to the man's throat. "While you're still breathing, do you think you could tell us a bit about who's behind all this?" she asked, glancing over at Devin briefly.f