Sauron nods in assent.
"I assume your facilites are well-regulated, or did you all do away with the Geneva Conventions when Her Murderessness got deposed?" (glares at Bellicose, who blanches momentarily before regaining composure.
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[b]Siris smirks.[/b] Don't you fret. We'll take good care of you, there.
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Sauron rolls his eyes, still hidden partially, like all Kriegans, behind a gasmask. "Lead on, noble guides."