SUCH A WRETCHED AFFAIR / capture

[SÉAMUS]

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The stench of the Pitt brought a sneer to the endfield's face.  They'd taken Keona, and for that, they could not be forgiven.  He'd gotten her out, sure, but at the cost of great injury.  The whole lot of them should be made to suffer.  The faerie huffed as he joined the gathered group, narrowing his eyes darkly on the captive.  Pity it was not the one who'd taken his neice.  No, but at least someone would feel the wrath of the pirates.

"Sounds like a masochist, I have a few thoughts on that," the irishman drawled, flexing his talons.  Sensory deprivation for one.  Maybe they just ought to tie all of his limbs together and throw him in the ocean as sharkbait.  Or throw him in an antpile and leave him to suffer more slowly.  Poison maybe.

"word of mouth there's a snake in the garden" —-- Séamus Ó Faolán