[Estinien is a prisoner whom Cersei has probably seen have his face shoved in the dirt at least once since their traveling parties made it to the forest. Their escorts clearly despise him, and the marks of it are left on his face - a blackened eye, a bloodied nose, and his wrists bound in front of him. Though he has the body of a warrior and is loomingly tall, he has clearly seen betters days, as he slumps against a bit of stone ruin.

He casts a darkened eye to her, his voice soft as he responds. There is anger within him, but it is burning low and hot like coals.]

Nay. But talk of rituals surprises me little... the men that first captured me claimed they were there to take our souls.

[He's not sure how literal they were being, but... you know.]