"I'm not even going to touch a sleeve of the thing. I'll keep it in a nice little package." Lorem then blinks when he hears Raz give up on Zetroc's head. "... Then, allow me." Leaving the robe securely packed into Tamrik's sack, Lorem draws his sword and started walking towards the mage. Each step made him remember a particular about Delphine. How he had hurt her in the cage, how he kept the key to her cage, how she was joyful once Raz had belly-pressed him, how she kept on saying that she hated him... He gritted his teeth. He could only imagine.
"... I really hope you suffer even more in the nine hells, raping, murderous bastard... But do not worry." Lorem raises his blade to mid-level, holding it horizontal in comparison to his waist. "I'll send this whole 'Council' of yours to keep you company soon enough." With those last words, Lorem swings his sword, aiming to decapitate the mage. Even if he didn't cut all through it, he would cut one of the arteries. He would die of blood-loss in a few seconds.
Once done, Lorem takes a piece of the mage's robe and wipes his sword from the blood. "... Now, let's wake Joachim up so that Garak has to speak about what he has guessed from our captives just once, then we will get a good night of rest, but let's do not forget to stand guard." He sheathes it back and then walks out of the room, his blood still boiling, but a bit more satisfied. "I'll take first watch."