"He cannot lie as he is now," Faust replied, his gaze never leaving Xanril's eyes as he spoke. This was his gift, something that did not come to a naga often, but one that made him the premier hunter for their village, and why he was able to enjoy humans on nearly a daily basis. "You have been under my power before, Azar. You understand fully that you could not resist me. Neither can he, now. So ask away. This human will only speak the truth, won't you, pet?"<br/><br/>"Yes..." the man replied, his body rigid in Azar's coils, his voice soft and slow, gaze transfixed by the powerful naga hanging from above. "Only the truth." Xanril could not bring himself to say 'No', to fight, or to even hate the notion of being food at this point. All he cared about were those eyes. What those eyes wanted, they would receive. "I was exagerrating. The people only wish that something could be done. They hate the nagas. But they are afraid. They know that they come still, in the night, that they listen. If they tried to fight, then the great hunter, Faust, would know. He would know, and he would bring judgment."<br/><br/>"You see?" Faust laughed cruelly, delighting in the last portion. So, the humans, or at least the old ones, still knew his name! Still knew that he was there to show them the error of their ways, and that, in the end, their little town was nothing but a farm for him to raise livestock. They would never catch him, though, it seemed as though he would need to keep Azar quiet now. He didn't need everyone in their own village knowing that he slipped over the river often.<br/><br/>"Try it, Azar. Give him something to do or say, and he will...it is great fun, a lovely game for you to play before you eat."