[PQ] Throw Away the Key

He was nervous, and his fear was delicious. Zariah smirked, directing him accordingly through the cells. As he worked, a thought came to mind. This would be a lovely learning moment. She stepped up behind the alchemist, so close she could rest her chin on his shoulder were she tall enough. Instead, she gently pressed her hands there, standing on her toes so she could whisper in his ear. "A little birdie told me that you've told people you made that special ink for me." she whispered, voice low and sultry. "What else have you told people, Remi, dear?" Zariah's hands drifted down his arms, placing his hands over the locks on the cell doors. "These need repairing too, with new keys." she instructed once the cells were sturdy once more. Edrei would find the room filled with various objects - chairs, old store barrels, rusted chains and manacles. But she would need to be creative to make it a proper interrogation torture chamber. Zariah had entrusted her to use her best judgement - if ever she wished to prove herself, now was the time. Whoop! Next phase! Zariah Come join the chorus of the unimpressed