<strong>"Fair enough."</strong>Damian said indifferently as though he had not just gotten done torturing a prisoner while he withdrew his dagger from the man's special area.  Walking over to Lars' pile of stuff, he wiped his dagger clean on the discarded shirt and returned it to its scabbard.  He then took the masterwork daggers from the pile and secured them to his person, figuring it would be foolish to leave weapons in the same room as a prisoner.  Then he once more retrieved one of the five vials of poison and removed the stopper.<br/><br/><strong>"Just so I can sleep a little better at night, I'm going to make sure you're in no condition to make good on an escape attempt.  Plus, I still haven't punished you for endangering the well being of my bandmates.  This can go one of two ways; either you drink the poison you tried using on the girls and spend the next several hours sick as a dog or I hit you really really hard with the flat of my sword until you are sleeping.  Your call."</strong>