You cut off his pinky finger. He writhes in pain.
"The next one will be a more useful one", you say cold dispassionately.
Berenger nods, "Alright…I will do it…but tell Cuthvell after this I owe him nothing."
You nod and leave. Arlo seems a bit stunned that you actually did it. Anne is not as stunned, but still a little surprised.