The gremlin strained against his shackles, groaning at his bleak situation. He was in a cell of sorts, probably in some building. He was shackled to a chair, uncaring iron cuffs cutting his furry ankles and wrists. He snarled at the two imposing Wardens outside his cell, squinting to try and see the far edge of the cell in the low light. He looked around, taking in his bleak surroundings. The building was a cut stone, and hastily thrown up sheet metal lined the walls. His eyes snapped forward as the metal door snapped open, and a Spiral Knight strode through. The imposing figure walked purposefully to his chair, giving Herex the time to regard his captor. The man wore a Gunslinger set, although it was stained with blood. A nasty assortment of knives, along with a Fang of Vog hung on his belt. His hand was on a Calahan in a holster on his left hip.

"Herex, I have several questions for you. You will answer them to my satisfaction, or..." His hand fell to a scalpel. "Well, you get the picture. Now, you are going to tell me the answers, and do so honestly." The knight said, anger filling his voice. He spat the words out, like a curse.

"Why should I answer some upstart-" Herex gasped as the knight plunged a dagger into his thigh. "Who barely is weaned off his mother's milk?" Herex barely managed to say this before the knight smashed three of his teeth out with a cross to his jaw.

"Now. Tell. Me. Everything."