Leon
When the thug started wasting his breath with his pointless questions, she couldn't help but feel amused towards his idiocy. "It's not exactly an easy task to interrogate when a hungry 'kitty' by his side. We decided to let her enjoy herself if we are unable to get the answers we want." 

Marsila made sure to add her comment as Rekkan left the thug's line of sight, kneeling down by him as gripped her fingers tightly against his skin. She had being lying of course about them meeting her panther form once again, she only wanted to further scare him and hopefully take any possibility that she could be a shifter from thought. If they had been smart enough to watch Rekkan's movements and study their bounty, they would have noticed the big cat's disappearance whenever she was by his side. 

The smell was instant for the Marsila, the scent of burning flesh invaded her senses as forced to rise from her kneeling position. When she stood, Rekkan returned to her side before he began to taunt the leader, mentioning the burns that ran along his face and other parts of his body. As soon as the words warehouse has left his lips, the shifter found herself walking towards the opposite side of the large rock. She only wanted to know what was creating the smell, assuming Rekkan had possibly burnt the skin of one of the thug but witnessed more than she had bargained for as the screams began to echo through the forest by the remaining thugs. Lucky for them, the villagers were all too intoxicated to notice or passed out from the celebrations by this point.

"I can't." The shifter began as she forced herself to look away from the scene. Her stomach was not capable of witnessing any form of torture, let alone what was currently happening in front of her, even if it was to the people who tried kidnapping her. She would have demanded that Rekkan stopped what he was doing but, she knew this was possibly their only chance to turn the tables around by gathering as much information as they could. Rushing back to Rekkan's side, Marsila had to remind herself that these men have done worse to innocent people so she wasn't forced to help the thugs. 

When she heard the Scholar ask one of the thugs if he would like to try a poison, like they were out on a nice evening of wine tasting, Marsila knew she had to leave. "While you two do that, I'm going to make sure Priscilla and Bran are safe and that no one from the village is sober enough to hear this." 

Before she had the chance to wait on a reply, one of the men's screaming increased whilst the one burning from the inside had resulted to gargled chokes. She had to leave. Her complexion had already paled enough to warn the others that she was close to vomiting. Turning on her heels, she instantly began sprinting from the scene, attempting to further herself from the torture session.
David
The torture session continued despite Marsila's reactions. Truth be told, Rekkan was expecting something like that to happen. He knew her to be of a pure spirit and good heart. He knew that she wouldn't enjoy it one bit, but it was a necessary step to find just whoever was trying to kill him, to use her as bait for his capture as well. "I'd rather you go and watch over my friend, scholar. She wasn't looking well." The wanderer wanted closure. And that didn't mean having a madman of a scholar around him. For all he cared, Eotum oughta be with Marsila given her expression. She seemed about to turn sick and vomit.

As for the thugs, they were pretty scared right about now, ripe for Rekkan to choose which ones had knowledge for him to gather. It became evident, through prodding and pain, that the one who really knew anything about their employer was the thug with burn marks.

"Do you remember that smell? The smell of pig." He said with a stoic expression and cold tone. Rekkan knelt before the main bounty hunter and pressed a finger on the burn marks. It was so hot that the heat spread through the scarred face. "You will sprout bolsters soon and those blisters will pop. You will feel the sting of fire again, but to kill. Or, you can give me a name."

The thug pissed his pants. There was way around the mess he got himself into. He tried to lie, but there was something scrying his brain and changing the way he looked at reality. There was no large man before him, but a vicious monster with fang layered maw. It glared at him with zigging red eyes and loomed, about to devour his head, rip it right off.

"W-We call him Ticket Master! Ticket Master!!" The thug cried in horror. Rekkan cocked his head at the nickname.

"Why Ticket Master? And where is he?"

"H-He's the guy behind all the underworld bounties! It's like a g-game! You b-buy a ticket, a t-ticket with a name on the bounty list..! That's your target!!"

"Prove it." Rekkan stated, right hand squeezing the shoulder of the man hard to make him squeal in pain. There were sensitive burn marks that he mistreated.

"Yes! Yes! H-Here..!" The thug sunk his hand in a pocket and took the ticket out of it. He showed it to Rekkan, who saw a number and his name under it. "N-number's my regi-registration... The Ticket Master is very organized and, and careful! We never see his face!"

Granted, Rekkan didn't need much more. Maybe this was enough for him to snoop around in the next town or city, where crime was sure to exist and be more organized. As for the men, chained in front of him, he would have to do away with them. All except one.

"Since you like games so much, I decided to make a lottery." He said, with five twigs in his hand in his left hand. "Each of you will use your mouth to get a twig. The biggest one gets to live!" He was rather malicious in his words, not hiding the harbored disgust and condescendence. One by one, from left to right, he gave it to them, reaching the final, charred and opened up thug. "It's your turn!" He spoke to the dead. "Wait a minute..." Looking at the twig, it was the longest of the five. Such misfortune. "Well, talk about being unlucky!! Your dead friend won the lottery! Time to distribute the loser's spoils!"

And like that, the man snapped his fingers, forcing twigs to combust and burn in front of their faces. The skin melted off as more and more of their flesh drowned in the inferno that drew them all together into a screaming and agonizing end. "Better luck next time, pigs." Rekkan rubbed his chin as he looked at the rising flames and ultimately sighed. He thought about Marsila and how he was rather brutal in front of her.

Rekkan gave it some time, he waited for the fires to die down to clean the scene, or just throw the burnt bodies into a pile behind some bushes. Then, he gave the village some more time before going back.
Daniel
Eotum seemed to understand what Rekkan had asked of him. A look that only could be understood if it were passed from man to man. He simply nodded and walked over to her in a brisk pace.

He found her in a more dense area laden with bushes and trees. He supposed that if she count not stop hearing it, she would at lrast block herself from seeing it.

"I sense a relationship on the rocks." Said the scholar as he stood behind her, hands clasped together behind his back. "Or perhaps a sense of respect or honor?"

"Well, not to worry."

The scholar held out a small vial to her.

"Opia extract." He said. "Like I said to you before, it is not poisonous nor is it a horrible drug... But it can bring calm to one's heart and mind. At least for as long as the effects last."