#hellishwanderer

The sound of her own heels clanking against the dull floors rang loudly in her ears. The half-mad tarkatan woman had never seen the Kahn himself take a prisoner down into the dungeons. Usually it was just the servants who had the pleasure of doing that. But from what she had seen, she could understand why her father had chosen to drag him down into the darkness with the aid of Goro. That blacksmith was practically immune to all the hits that were landed on him. It intrigued the feminine construct to no end. ‘He would make a lovely practice dummy for me..’