Torturer LeCraft whispers: Ow! I'll tell you NOTHING, filthy <race>!
Torturer LeCraft whispers: Wait... WAIT! What is it that you want to know?! I know you're the <class> named <name>.
Torturer LeCraft whispers: OW...NO! We know that you've been stealing our armor and weapons and horses!
Torturer LeCraft whispers: We know... that you don't... know why we're immune... to your so-called blight. Grand Admiral Westwind somehow gave the high abbot that prayer. I beg you... no more... please?!
Torturer LeCraft whispers: AHHHHHHHHH! Please... we know... that you... have a spy... disguised as... one of us! There... that's all that I know. Please... mercy... STOP!
