Bow down.

"Bring me in a chair," Lark ordered one of the guards. He did, and Lark sat it an arm's length away from the two young adults, crossing his legs at his sat down. He clasped his hands together on his knees, "Shut the door on your way out," he said quietly before the guards left. They gave a bow, murmured an acknowledgement to Larkin's superiority, and left.

Both of them remained silent, somehow knowing that it was the time to keep their mouths shut, whilst Lark looked down at the stony floor and thought. His mind was so full of the recent happenings, and in the pit of his stomach, he somehow knew that the future would be iffy for him. But on the other hand, he had a gut feeling that for his hard work and good leader/dictatorship over this city would soon pay off. Finally, he lifted his eyes and stared at Miraye, his newest acquaintance.

"Miraye," he said, no interest in learning the rest of her name/names. She did not appeal to him. Her face was plain and her unnatural hair color made him squeamish. She was also very dirty. "What is this about you trying to destroy my city?" It was still hard for him to believe that this one person - a girl, a child! - could have done such a thing. But, as those who served him insisted, it was true. And she looked so genuinely frightened. Was it deceit? Larkin was unsure, but either way, he would find out.

Attention on the girl, as Tic watched on, Larkin scooted his chair closer to her. "Shush, don't talk yet." he said, extending a finger to signal her silence as she opened her mouth to protest. "Who sent you to do such a thing?" Lark wondered aloud, "Why would you kill the lives of so many innocent people?" he feigned grief, and couldn't have cared less about those who died.

It seemed Miraye was avoiding his face. Why? Wasn't his face beautiful enough to look upon? He smiled gently, and said, "Look at me."

But she didn't. She looked at Tic, and he barely shook his head, don't look into his eyes, frightened that Lark may notice. And he did. Before Tic could even flinch, Lark had struck him across the face, the stinging of the leather glove worse than a bare hand.

Miraye gasped, and began to shout obscenities at Larkin - what an awful man, a stupid man, a mean man, you cruel bastard. Impatiently, indifferent to the cursing, he roughly grabbed a fistful of Miraye's pretty hair and forced her to look into his eyes, "What did you do to my city?" he growled through clenched teeth.

Immediately, her words were silenced and she could say nothing, but she had to tell him why, why she did such a thing...