Podrick wasn't sure what Rock was cooking, save a vile plot. But one that would save his lord. Greech had plundered the bodies and made his exit already. But if Buffy was to watch this, he would force himself to do the same. He folded his hands together and did not look away.
The sellsword leaned forward and whispered a few threats. Then his knife twisted by the man's fingers. He muttered a promise anyone could hear.
"First I'll take your ten fingers. And then I'll finish with the one you keep between yer legs. Then once I've cooked it in a stew, you can taste it for yourself."
The man held out until Rock placed the knife on a thumb, ready to press it through. Then he blurted everything he knew and promised to guide them through. The sellsword had a nasty little grin as he stood back up and looked at the two 'boys'.
"Come along you two. There's a lordling in need of saving."
That was the moment Podrick realized that without Tyrion around, the sellsword would quickly begin to take charge of this little company. Woman or boy, he wasn't sure if Buffy could wrest it back away.
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The sellsword leaned forward and whispered a few threats. Then his knife twisted by the man's fingers. He muttered a promise anyone could hear.
"First I'll take your ten fingers. And then I'll finish with the one you keep between yer legs. Then once I've cooked it in a stew, you can taste it for yourself."
The man held out until Rock placed the knife on a thumb, ready to press it through. Then he blurted everything he knew and promised to guide them through. The sellsword had a nasty little grin as he stood back up and looked at the two 'boys'.
"Come along you two. There's a lordling in need of saving."
That was the moment Podrick realized that without Tyrion around, the sellsword would quickly begin to take charge of this little company. Woman or boy, he wasn't sure if Buffy could wrest it back away.