Regongar trifles with a whip, eyeing it with interest. His fingers caress the black handle, trail along the le

Regongar trifles with a whip, eyeing it with interest. His fingers caress the black handle, trail along the length of the whip, his lips are parted in a smile of delight. "Splendid…" Reg whispers with the sigh of joy. The whip, led by his sure hand, cuts the air abruptly, producing the whooshing sound. "Splendid..." he repeats.