Rod: "Umm… how shall I put this? Our new king is a pretty soft touch, so as Royal Interrogator, I haven’t had much to do around here anymore. Not only am I bored as shit, but… professionally speaking, I feel like I have to prove to the new boss that it’s worthwhile to keep me on the payroll. Come on lady; I’ve got three kids approaching college age. A man’s gotta make a living! Help a brother out?"
Astrid: "Are you… asking my *permission* to torture me?"
Rod: "Heh. Nah, just playing around. Come on! Let’s set your feet on fire! You’ll like it; it smells like bacon!"
Astrid: (whimper)
"Then send a messenger to him & wait until he gets back!…Please?"
Rod: "Umm… how shall I put this? Our new king is a pretty soft touch, so as Royal Interrogator, I haven’t had much to do around here anymore. Not only am I bored as shit, but… professionally speaking, I feel like I have to prove to the new boss that it’s worthwhile to keep me on the payroll. Come on lady; I’ve got three kids approaching college age. A man’s gotta make a living! Help a brother out?"
Astrid: "Are you… asking my *permission* to torture me?"
Rod: "Heh. Nah, just playing around. Come on! Let’s set your feet on fire! You’ll like it; it smells like bacon!"
Astrid: (whimper)
The king can’t talk to you right now because he’s trying to find dragon slayer.