Brunhilde rolled her eyes at the two men at arms greeting each other and debated letting go of the damn thing just for spite. Instead, their captive started thrashing and blustering at them. For being impaled and paralyzed, the demon did have quite the spirit. "He only did this much talking when Thor appeared," she pointed out in consideration and pulled out a hunting knife. "So this one is only a messenger, sent to puff at us. Perhaps its tongue along will prove more useful."
She grabbed the foul tongue and pulled it taut to examine how to cut it out. "Silence, wretched thing. You failed to answer our questions, we return the favor." A master, of death, or at least was fashioning himself one, had done this and either had or was looking for Sutur's weapon. This did not bode well.