As he always did, Rabastan began the process of interrogation slowly. He enjoyed seeing those who once had such conceit and self-importance crumble under the least bit of pressure. There was a time when they used to place bets before an interrogation. The wager was never large and sometimes it was the exchange of favors instead of money. They would try to determine before they ever entered a room whether or not their chosen victim was going to fold quickly or endure the indignities for the sake of their pride and often misplaced loyalties. Most didn't last long. There was only so much pain a person could withstand. Usually, when they had all of the answers they needed and felt they could no longer serve any purpose, they would dispatch of them.