Phillard had removed his ax before leaving but Marav was too drained from the prolonged injuring and healing cycle to put up any resistance. The Lindwurm had taken away Marav's equipment as part of his compensation, leaving the Awakened with common linen clothes.
Lith carried his prisoners by the neck, exerting so much pressure that they could hardly breathe. Even if either of them had an ace up his sleeve Lith only needed to squeeze his hand to make them faint.
"These are the Pits of Agony." Lith pointed at the lake of fire, acid, and screaming molten flesh in front of them. "It will be your home for the next week. When I come to pick you up, I expect answers and names.
"I won't believe a word you say unless you can provide me proof of your sincerity. Without it, I'll just let you stew in the Pits for another week. You better not send me into a trap and pray nothing happens to me, or you'll stay here until you die of old age."
