Cullen Rutherford. That name seemed familiar, but he did not mention it aloud.

"I was a slave, the bodyguard of a Magister. To intimidate his magical rivals he did this to me." Fenris flexed the fingers of one hand, curled inwards to a tight fist and then relaxed. His tone was as neutral as he could possibly be, but there was a bitter edge.

"It is agony."