A hour later, Dyson led everyone down to the cell inside the Dark Fae compound where the Under Fae that eluded Julia was being held. When they approached the cell Julia peered closer and then moved ahead of the group right up to the cell bars.

"Bingo! Crowd goes wild! That is our elusive Under Fae!" Julia confirmed.

Dyson surveyed the prisoner to make sure he was still chained up with his arm bound behind the chair he was sitting in, and then opened the door so they could all enter the cell. When they entered the cell the Under Fae's eyes went straight to Julia.

"We meet again." Julia said to the Under Fae. All she received was a sinister smile in response.

"Hello, my name is Dyson Thornwood, County Regent. And you are?"

The prisoner said nothing.

"You know, life would be so much easier if you would just admit to your involvement in this whole affair." Dyson said.

The prisoner still said nothing.

"Look buddy, you are going down for murder of the Catalog Staff at the Warehouse, easy, and the attempted murder of The Regnant. We know you don't have the brains to pull any of this off without direction from someone higher up, so you might as well start coughing names." Julia said.

The prisoner still said nothing.

"How do you think all of this is going to play out for you? That somehow you will be saved, or your culpability mitigated somehow? Dude, you attempted to kill The Regnant with a giant Basilisk!" Tamsin said as she stepped closer to the Under Fae prisoner. This time the prisoner spoke.

"You have no idea the forces that are at play here. You and this entire plane are but a doormat to wipe one's feet on, chattel to feed on and discard as it should be for Fae that mix and mate with their food!" The prisoner spat. That comment made Dyson reflexively shift his face and seize the prisoner by the throat, and roar. The reaction startled the prisoner then he began to laugh in Dyson's face.

"You are nothing, Wolfman! Nothing! Nothing, but a gnat on a horse's ass compared to what is coming!" The prisoner said.

"Dyson? If I may?" Jock asked. Dyson let go of the prisoner's throat and shifted his face back to normal.

"Your Serene Highness." Dyson said as he motioned Jock towards the prisoner.

Jock saw a chair off to the side, went over, picked it up, and set the chair down in front of the prisoner, and sat down. The rest of the group noticed Evony had joined them.

"What is your name?" Jock asked very casually.

The prisoner said nothing.

"I shall ask again. What is your name?" Jock asked again, but this time his voice had a slight slithering sound to it. Everyone looked at Jock when he made the odd sound. Everyone except Julian.

"Wacal." The prisoner answered slightly apprehensive this time from the weird sound that came from Jock's mouth.

"Good man!" Jock said as he suddenly sat back in his chair, crossed his legs and hands, grinned broadly as he glanced at the group. "Didn't want to have a conduct an interrogation just to find out your name? Tedious don't you think?"

Wacal looked at Jock perplexed, not sure of his approach. So did Dyson, Tamsin, Julia and even Evony. In the short time they had all been Jock's presence his demeanor has always been quiet, observant, contemplative, monkish even. The rather spirited person before them now had them equally perplexed.

"My dear fellow, my name is Jock Prescotti, His Serene Highness, Member of the Four Pillars, and Adherent of the Monadori Sanctuary." Jock paused.

Wacal just continued to look at him perplexed. So did everyone else.

"I am here to find out what you and your henchmen wanted with The Regnant? Oh, and in the interests of transparency, and if you didn't catch my last name, my Mummy." Jock said.

Wacal just looked at him.

"Not sure if you heard me so let me repeat: I am here to find out what was it that you and your henchmen wanted with The Regnant?"

Wacal still looked at him.

Jock chuckled again and glanced back at the rest of the group, and said, "This is shaping up to be an effective interrogation, don't you think?" No one said anything, not sure how to answer.

"I shall ask one last time: I am here to find out what was it that you and your henchmen wanted with The Regnant?" Jock said.

This time Wacal offered a confident smile.

"Oh, I like the feisty ones!" Jock said excitedly, uncrossed his legs, slapped his thighs, and then moved his chair closer to the prisoner. Dyson, Tamsin, Julia and even Evony all gave Julian brief looks who did not take his eyes off his brother. Jock leaned closer to Wacal's face.

"You know, I have such a fascination with eyes. They can reveal a great many things: love, happiness, sadness, confusion, pain, joy, fear. The most interesting one is fear. It causes ones' eyes to display a range of the emotions that one goes through to control their fears. You see the struggle in one's eyes as they try and latch on the something calm, stable to stop them from shrieking to death. Yes, the eyes can be quite telling wouldn't you agree?" Jock said softly as if he were sitting at the Musée d'Orsay describing his admiration of a painting. The rest of the group watched in fascination.

"So tell me my good chap, what is it that you fear?" as the full orb of Jock's eyes turned and swirled reddish-orange. Wacal's eyes grew wide at the sight of Jock's eyes changing color then Wacal's head bobbed back and forth for a few moments then his head shot back as Jock entered his mind.

Wacal found himself bathed in complete darkness. He looked around frantically trying to make out where he was, but it was futile. He could not see anything. Instead of feeling like he was still seated in a chair he felt like he was outstretched on a table with his arms and legs still bound. A beam of white light suddenly shone on him. He could see he was bound on a table, but the table was angled to where he was almost standing upright. He looked around and there was darkness all around him like an empty room. He tried to move again to no avail. His eyes darted everywhere. Finally, Jock appeared from out of the darkness with his hands behind his back, and started to circle him.

"We, the Monadori have always found the mind a fascinating apparatus as a natural part of the Order. We believe the control of the mind is a control over our imperfect natures. That to master the control of one's mind is to master oneself so that we may serve the Sovereign and the Realm over which they rule with fidelity in purity of heart, intent, and reason. Given my unique gifts, it has made my appreciation of the study of the mind even more fascinating, and appreciate any opportunity when those such as yourself volunteer to assist me in my study to understand the mind's strengths, weaknesses…and its limits." Jock said as his looked intently at Wacal.

Jock turned around and as he walked into the edge of the darkness.

"Shall we begin?"

Dyson, Tamsin, Julia, Evony, and Julian then saw the prisoner's face contort as he jerked his head back violently, shook in his chair like he was being electrocuted, and let out a blood-curdling scream.