"Who are you and what do you want?" Ren asked.
The spy screamed the moment he opened his eyes and heard those words. Ren had stripped him of his clothes, leaving him in nothing but the small piece of cloth covering his genitals, and tied him to a tree with his back against the bark, seated on the ground. Ren repeated the question.
"Who are you and what do you want?"
The spy stayed silent this time. His eyes drifted to the bodies of his comrades lying nearby and stayed there.
"You killed them," he said, his voice coarse.
"So you can speak. Good. Why were you after me? Who sent you?" A rage built within Ren.
The man said nothing more. He was young, younger than Ren, with a shaved head. He spoke Maldrinaeh fluently and even carried the same accent as the Tunish villagers.
Don't tell me they are from the village.
