In a fallen Aurora.
"Pretentious. Look at them. Some are just barely stifling the desire to break down and beg for their lives," one man with abnormally downturned eyes that held a dense degree of condescension, snorted.
"What do you expect? They are cowards. History has told us that much. I wish I was part of the torturing. It would make me feel better if I got one of them to scream for mercy. I'd have a decent story to tell my wife at least," another broad Maqian with a giant axe said.
They were standing close to the entrance of the Aurora, keeping watch as they had been told. However, they couldn't resist peering past the burning houses, corpses and mutilated features within the Aurora to watch the proceedings at the very centre of the settlement.
Non-combatant Sif of all ages were lined up, made to kneel, their limbs bound.