"I...I don't know," the noble stutters. "At first, I thought they intended to ransom me. But they made no demands. They just...they just delighted in tormenting me! They are sick...twisted...I had no idea this place even existed."

Blood still oozes from the man's many wounds. "Please...I just want to get out of here."

As the prisoner talks, Kazzira's face remains impassive, her stoicism in stark contrast to the man's loquaciousness. 

     Kaster is still using the Healer's Kit of bind and bandage the freed prisoner's wounds, assuming they hold still enough for him to do so.  He also listens to what they are saying and tries to gauge if he is telling the whole story of not - He could have been just a play thing but Kaster's first thought is these people would likely grab those who would go unnoticed if all they wanted was a toy... (Insight 6) but Kaster finds his sympathies with the wounded man and finds it hard to be too distrusting.

Threnody turns to Kazzira, squeezing the shaft of her spear, evidently impatient for answers. "What is your name and who is in charge of this cult? What did you want with this nobleman? How many of there are you, and what are your goals?"

She rattles off the questions all at once in the interest of expediency, but then looms over the defeated prisoner, her eyes flaring with darkness. 

"Remember, this is a game of push-and-pull. If you are forthcoming, I keep my spear where it is. If you hold something back, I break you down until I pull it out of you."

"Speaking of names-..." Liatris finally chimed in. "I know you wish to depart as swiftly as possible, and to certain degrees we would be obliged once Kaster there has finished your treatment. But, if you would indulge us just a bit more, I would ask for your name, sir? I would in turn give my own, but in mixed company as this, I beg thee accept my humblest apologies on that front for the moment." She further elaborates while taking care not to let too much of her attention slip from Kazzira.