Quelgrum could not guess what Prioress Lizaveta had in store for them, but he guessed it would not be pleasant. He considered ending it all by killing Judan; they would all die at the hands of the zombies, but it might be worth it. Only one thought stopped him from committing suicide and condemning his comrades to painful death:
Our only hope lies with Baron Grimm now. He's an impulsive lad at times, but resourceful. He wouldn't surrender without a fight. We've just got to hope he can win through.
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Chapter 6: Dominance or Submission
Grimm sat cross-legged on a thin layer of straw on the floor of a small cell with a flimsy, wooden door.
If this is meant to break me down, they're going about it the wrong way, he thought. This is no worse than my cell back at the House when I was a Student.
He eyed the pathetic door with some amusement; a single Questor spell would shatter the door into dust, and he would be free to work havoc on Lizaveta and her acolytes.
The concept of retribution against the Prioress began to reverberate in his mind, and he quickly quashed the idea before it could build into a full-blown, incapacitating Resonance.
Grimm drew a deep sigh.
Quelgrum, Shakkar and the others will soon realise something's wrong. Lizaveta said the Score had animated an army of corpses to attack the General and the others, but I'm pretty sure she has little comprehension of the powers of Technological weaponry. I'll bet the others are on their way here right nowGrimm started as he heard the door creak open and he saw Drex, dressed in her cool, white robes.
"We got them,” she said, her voice laden with the syrupy tone of deep satisfaction. “Nobody's coming to save you, Grimm, so put that thought out of your head, right now. Your dreams of glory are finished. How does it feel, rapist?"