The innkeeper was quiet and seemed uninterested in providing anymore.

"Those fuckin' asses are like ghosts. You won't find 'em with a bit of directions. An' if yer fool enough to take any, it'll be for a trap," Rock said. He then kicked the body of one of the injured men. "But I'll see to it we find out." He then knelt down to the man and cradled the knife in his hand. "You boys won't want to see this."

Podrick felt a small amount of panic to realize what was about to happen. He's going to torture him. Make him scream out what he knows. Urgently he tugged on Buffy's arm. Warrior or not, this was no sight for a proper lady. Already Podrick had an incredible fascination with the floor. "We should go my--- Ned. If Ser Rock says not to watch..."