There was always something new in the Wailing House, even if things were the same day in, day out. Andras was one of the contributors to a hectic lifestyle for the slaves and servants of the Wailing House, having been stuck here for who knows how long without a way to escape. Hey, if he had to stay here, might as well torture some of the poor saps that made up the souls of the damned, right? It was the only way to stave off boredom and he did ever so love it whenever he saw blood or someone in pain.

Which was why he was heading down to the dungeon right now. He was one of the few masters that came down to this area almost religiously, his bloodthirst sated whenever he took a look at the going ons of the dungeon. Here he could find someone that was being tortured by the punishers or left to rot within in cages, something he loved seeing. He even participated with their activities sometime, relishing the power he felt when hurting others. After all, he didn't love to see blood?

His footsteps were drowned out by the screaming that made itself known. He couldn't help but smirk underneath his scarf. Ah yes, this was good. It meant some poor slave or servant was getting their just desserts. Shame on them for selling their souls in the first place, otherwise they wouldn't even be here. As he made a beeline to one of the rooms with all the torture equipment, he wondered what he should do today. Rip their fingernails off one by one? Drag out their innards? Maybe have them dance on hot coals? Though that last one did need some coals from the fireplaces upstairs in order to do it... Either way, he wanted to see what was going on right now. Hopefully he'd find someone to mess around with.