Lorgar had always kept Hogg's instructions in mind and avoided speaking Gothic, the language humans used. As a Primarch, he had also learned the language of these Pointy-ears after frequent visits to the Eldar massage parlors.
Once the two idiots finally caught on, Lorgar wasted no time. He swung the huge hammer in his hands and smashed it down, breaking both their legs on the spot.
Hogg, who had been clouding their thoughts all along, wasn't idle either. He slapped Sarah across the face, knocking out several teeth and giving her a physical gag order.
"You're actually taking the cigar I offered you? Lorgar, drag the other unlucky one over here."
Unlike the still-shaken Sarah, Akama was much calmer, even though she'd smoked one of Hogg's cigars too. After her legs were broken, she didn't even cry out. Instead, she obediently closed her eyes and let Lorgar drag her over.
"Boss, should we dispose of them? They did find us, after all."
As soon as he finished speaking, Akama, whose legs had been broken, immediately called out:
"My lord, it's dark, and we have our eyes closed. We didn't see what you look like at all. Why not just let us go?"
"Mmff! Mmff!"
"Cut the nonsense. Open your eyes. I want to ask you something. If I like your answers, there'll be plenty in it for you."
"I know the rules. If I open my eyes, I won't live to see another day. Ask away, my lord. I promise to tell you everything."
After she spoke, Akama felt something step on her. Then her eyelids were forced open, and she saw the bizarre creatures who had attacked them.
"My lord, you're so handsome and dashing, so dignified and imposing! Especially that black nose of yours—it's so moist and shiny,