Lucas' POV
I threw the fucking warlock on the floor as soon as I got into my tent.
"Master, please..." He was begging like a fucking dog on the floor.
I took off my shredded clothes and pulled up his hair, forcing him to look at the rope in my hand.
"What the fuck is this?!"
"Master, it's a rope..." He whispered.
I slapped him and roared, "I know it's a fucking rope! You fucking imbecile! Do you recognize it?!"
"I don't... Master..." He answered in a trembling voice. Blood kept coming out of his mouth.
"You don't know it?!" I lashed him with the rope. "Are you telling me that you don't know anything about it?!"
His body distorted in pain and curled up.
"Master... It's a sailor's knot. It's from the sea... Maybe the druids..." he whispered.
I stepped on his fucking shoulder and said, "Someone tried to kill me with this fucking rope tonight! So you do know something about it, don't you?"