[Even an Uruk of his quality should be tired after that. And he is, but the exhaustion is purely mental. Though he had tried not to look upon them, he of course knew them all. Every last one of them as the bodies piled higher and the floor became slick with black blood. He was painted with it too, with barely an inch of pale skin left to see by the time the hall empties.
Adar doesn't even turn to look at him immediately, wiping off his swords as best as he can on what little of his trousers aren't putrid before he slowly turns, careful not to slip on all the blood.]
Was the spectacle as you wished it to be, my Lord? [He is going to turn you inside out one day and not by how good he is at finding a prostate.]
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Adar doesn't even turn to look at him immediately, wiping off his swords as best as he can on what little of his trousers aren't putrid before he slowly turns, careful not to slip on all the blood.]
Was the spectacle as you wished it to be, my Lord? [He is going to turn you inside out one day and not by how good he is at finding a prostate.]