The elder looked at me. "Genious," he hissed, "I hope you don't mind if I steal your wonderful method."
I looked up at the trog and smiled. "Nope, not at all! Glad I could help. Sorry, I couldn't get him to say whatever you were wanting out of him."
"That's okay, I don't think he would've talked no matter how much you scare them."
"Ignorant, really. If you know you have to die, at least do something to make it worthwhile…"
I looked at the limp body, and remembered that look of fear in his eyes when I first put the snake in his mouth. I kind of… I kind of liked it. That feeling of control and power. I wanted more, more people to torture and slay. Now I knew why the trogs would come into Surdana at sundown, why they took no mercy on the people. It just felt too good to kill the selfish humans. Plus the fact that they actually ate the people, but that wasn't the point.
"So, when do trogs do their raids on nearby villages? Is it on random nights, or do you guys go on a routine, or something?"
Tokage bit into the man's arm, and tore off a chunk. "It's pretty much random," she said with a mouthful of flesh and blood. She swallowed, and shook off the blood from her nose. "We pretty much go whenever we feel like it."
"Hmmm, would it be okay if I joined in next time?"
"What? You mean you wouldn't be bothered by slaying your own kind?"
"They are no better than the grull from the mountains, and they've excluded me all my life. I'll simply return the favor."
"Okay, I guess, if you're sure---" She stuck her nose in the air and sniffed. "…Humans! A lot of them!"