*Saunters forward and lays a hand on Rag's shoulder. Leaning towards the prisoner, she smiles engagingly and flutters her eyelashes.*

Ye're bein' much too kind, mi friends. He knows exactly what will happen to him if we send him back. Some part of him still does not believe we are meaner.

*Slides forward, sits on the captive's lap, and whispers in his ear.*

Men, oh idiot, have many more weaknesses than women, if only they realized...

*A thud is heard as she suddenly stands and steps back. The knife quivers, stuck through the captive's groin into the chair. As they watched, the healing spell took effect...around the knife blade. Still smiling pleasantly, she leans into the prisoner's face*

That will continue indefinitely until ye answer us. Now. The questions will start again. And ye will answer, all of them, or I do something much worse.

*Backing away, her eyes and tattoos glimmered red-gold in the dark.*
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