Somewhere in the Dreaming, there is the sound of a lash from a whip. It is no ordinary whip, this whip is crafted from the woven hairs of every slave that ever tried to escape the mines. It has been altered and tweaked to be as strong as steel thread, to rip flesh section by section, to leave the marks of shame to remind that disobedience against House Balor is never wise. It's handle is snake skin, of course, with a single blood stone within it, a homage to a blinking red eye of the House's forefather and name sake.