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Too Much
He gulped with fear and back away from the two fire adepts, his glasses giving a rattle due to the shaking of his old and feeble body. But there was nowhere to run, and nowhere to hide for dear old Kraden. He could only wait and see what evil schemes lay within their minds.
First came Saturos, the male of the two. He was blue skinned and looked rather sadistic and rotten to the core. Smirking a trademark, villain smirk, he approached the shaking old man, giving him a shove that sent him reeling back against the walls of his creaking old home.
"We know that you know the secrets of the sanctum. You have no choice but to tell us, or suffer the consequences."
The female spoke up, wandering up to Kraden with a devilish grin on her lips. She extended a sharply nailed hand towards the decreped man, grasping the fabric of his garb and tearing a section away. Once she had revealed the flesh, her smirk grew, and she trailed a nail over his wrinkled chest. A stroke of crimson dripped from the long scratch that resulted, striking fear into his heart. It only made the man and woman laugh though, and laugh like demons they did.
"I… I…" He quivered and trembled, his glasses falling from his face as he jerked away.
"Just get out with it old man!" Saturos grew impatient, his blue fingers slipping from his glove. Dropping the leather article to the ground, he reached down and caressed his own thigh, groaning a little before looking to the woman.
She only gave him a nod, which resulted in a pleased look on the blue man's face. Saturos' belt and pants dropped as quick as timber, though the wood within remained tall.
"Well old man, what do you think?" He squirmed and wiggled his hips a little for effect.
Kraden stared wide-eyed, gulping and giving occasional nervous but satisfied glances to 'it'.
"To tell the truth… It's a little small… And blue…"
Saturos frowned. Menardi gasped. Kraden indeed now knew too much.