Rabastan appraised the victims without remorse or pity. Perhaps a tinge of regret passed through him, it was momentary at best. They might be intelligent, but he'd never know now. Even the big strapping fellow looked absolutely terrified, what with a full grown wizard pacing back and forth in front of them, musing out loud over whether to outright kill them or play a bit first.
He grew tired of their whimpering after only a few minutes and dispatched them with a clinical detachment. Never any different, everyone always looked terrified in death. He shook his head and went looking for his brother, the blood coursing in his ears demanding more deaths by his hand before the night's end.