Edrei Launceleyn
You know I talk too much. Come put your lips on mine and shut me up
You know I talk too much. Come put your lips on mine and shut me up
Zariah had a damned magician to help her out. Whereas Edy had...well. Just herself. If ever there was a time she missed having Loren around, it was now. Hell, even Neron would have been helpful. Crossing her arms, Edy glanced around the room giving it a quick once over. It wasn't anything like the offices they had back in Northaven, nor even the most basic rooms in Northwind, but she'd make it work.
First, Edy cleared all the irrelevant shit into a corner. The starker the better, as far as she was concerned. Leaving just two chairs and the table, Edy grabbed a barrel and set it in the corner. This was going to be the fun part. Using all the magic at her disposal to burn and disintegrate things, Edy collapsed bits of metal, leaving the tips sharp, welded together other riffraf into horrifying clamp-shapes, and then finally made what looked like a gag. All this she simply shoved into the barrel.
What was it for? How did it work? Was it deadly?
Hopefully those were the thoughts of whatever poor sap sat across from the interrogation table. It didn't matter that most of Edy's 'creations' likely wouldn't ever be used. The point was simply to let the imaginations of those within this room run wild thinking that they were.
