Exiting the shop, sated beyond belief, Casey was feeling rather kind toward the king. "Where to next? Any other prisoners we can speak with?"
"Unfortunately, no. The rest were sentenced to the arena and died."
"Executed them yourself?"
He shook his head. "Didn't have to. I had more than a few volunteers to enter the ring with them and pass on the sentencing."
"Because they love their king."
"And again I'll ask, why is that such a bad thing?"
It wasn't, which might be why she didn't reply or say much else on their way back to the castle. When they separated, she spent an hour exploring and familiarizing herself with it before tracking down Titan.
She found him in a two-story building off the courtyard, the space strung with wires that dangled molds of all things. A forge sat on the far wall, the heat of it flushing the skin. In front of it a long, scarred table made of stone and on it bits and pieces of machines.