Somethings are never meant to be understood. They are to be taken at face value and either accepted or not. This woman in strange clothing was not one of those things to Lezarr. She wore clothing nowhere near reminiscent to any styling on Tryne, and she smelled foreign yet she had a familiar sense about her, as if she was somewhat familiar to this world. It mattered not at the moment, if Lezarr wanted that information he would get it, especially if he benefited from it. For now, only the basics of torture needed to be applied, if anything just for his own entertainment.<br/><br/>The long arched hallway echoed with footsteps in a steady stride, confident as the suns were bright. Small torches lined the walls every hundred feet which kept it very dim, just the way Lezarr preferred it. It curved around first to the right, and then left until it straightened out to a dead end door. It was a thick wood of unknown nature, reinforced with large iron fasteners and hinges, secured with an even thicker iron beam that ran horizontal across the doorway. Two large Grawl with tribal spears stood at the ready on either side of the doorway. The second Lezarr stepped up to the door, the Grawl removed the heavy iron beam and let their master though. Inside was yet another long hallway but this one was dug out of the side of a mountain behind Lezarr's tower. Giant stalagmites hung ominously low from the tall ceiling andthe tunnel winded for some time before coming to yet another thick wooden door with large iron reinforcements. Two more Grawl guarded this door as well and proceeded to open it as the others had before, revealing inside a small section of the room barred off with this iron rods, crisscrossed to ensure no obvious attempts at escape. Lezarr approached, stopping just out of arms length from the bars. His cowl hung low, encasing the majority of his face in shadow, the only light came from a small torch just on the inside of the door. The prisoner may not be able to see it, but Lezarr's eyes never left her, constantly scanning over her. His senses taking in every ounce of her being.<br/><br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold">Zara knew that someone was there but initially made no movement. She remained absolutely still seated against the back wall with her eyes closed listening to the man that approached; attempting to gauge his weight and stature; any weapons that might be clanging that would block her exit. After a few moments her azure eyes opened and stared directly back at her capture; and the thought of escape at that moment fled her to the recesses of her mind. She did not break her gaze; the two seizing up the other in kind. Unlike her prior thoughts, her instincts kept her still.<br/><br/>Her voice was rough from lack of water as she spoke; the velvetiness interrupted like claws across fabric.  â€œI can only assume that you are in need of my services. Thatâ€™s the only reason someone would put such an effort out to get my attention. Well you have it, sir.â€</span><br/><br/><br/>Defiant, that's exactly what Lezarr hoped she'd be. His posture remained still and motionless, yet his presence in the room seemed to magnify exponentially. Instantly the female prisoners body vaulted off the ground with all limbs spread wide. The barred gate swung open by itself and her immobilized body passed through the cell entrance stopping with a harsh jolt mere inches from Lezarr. There he had her hover, face to face and a couple feet of the ground. His body remained still. Then the air grew colder around them and his mind focused on her insides, slowly gripping her organs. Lezarr made sure the next few minutes would be some of the most excruciating of her entire pathetic life.<br/><br/>Keeping her still, his mind wrapped over each individual organ, squeezing and releasing, twisting and stretching, pushing and pulling. Keeping the pain steady, Lezarr finally lifted his head so she could stare into the emptiness of his cowl. His lips and chin were the only visable pieces of his face, and they formed the most vicious of smiles.<br/><br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold">The pain was excruciating, and it caused her to grit her teeth so roughly that the sound was audible. Her gaze became cold; focused, but that was little help from the pain that wracked her body. The one thing keeping her from crying out was the want of not giving him the satisfaction. She had suffered greatly amongst the thievesâ€™ guild, but it was nothing compared to this.<br/><br/>She wanted Armada at her side. She wantedâ€¦ Either way it was made clear that what she wanted truly didnâ€™t matter at this point.  As she stared back at him, she truly could not hold herself back. The pain thoroughly slaughtered her filter. While it may simply bring more pain, there was some twisted satisfaction at being able to cause that reaction; to break through. It was something, she was quite good at. <br/><br/>So, it helped very little when she grit through her teeth, â€œThank you kindly for rearranging my innards. The dÃ©cor Iâ€™m sure was getting a bit boringâ€¦kidneys always being in the same place and all. But you can put me down. You wonâ€™t get anything from me without making a deal.â€</span><br/><br/><br/>And there it was, the first bit of leverage Lezarr needed. She needed acted willing enough to trade information for a "deal". That meant there was something she wanted, or even needed. Freedom was too obvious and her answers to his questions would likely be lies anyways. Desperate attempts to make good on "the deal". Without saying a word, Lezarr stepped back a few paces and opened his hands palms up at his sides. Black and purple smoke began swirling around each hand until they began to take shape in his palms, eventually revealing the weapons the prisoner was found clutching upon capture. Slowly they lifted from his palms and found their way back to their owners hands. Lezarr allowed her fingers to wrap around the familiar handles of the glaives.<br/><br/>"These are yours I believe." Lezarr spoke finally. His voice dripped of sin and held the resonance of a being beyond anything of this world, and his words seemed to slither their way into her ears. However minuscule her reaction was, if any, Lezarr could almost feel her familiartiy with the weapons. In that instant they forced her arms across her chest and with a painful jolt, she launched back into the cell and slammed against the wall. What once was her glaives twisted and turned into unworldly mockeries that now shackled her hands across her chest and stretched to secure her against the hard stone wall. That's when Lezarr released her from his grip and the cell gate slammed shut.<br/><br/>Moments later two Grawl entered the room carrying a fairly large case under lock and chain, to which they quickly removed andopened up, revealing the real glaives inside. The familiar black and purple fog formed around the case, swirling slowly as it lifted it from the Grawl's hands and held it suspended and opened meters away from the cell gate.<br/><br/>"I dont need to make a deals to get what I want, girl. But if it helps..." Lezarr turned and exited the room, slamming the large wooden door shut. Eventually his footsteps faded and all that was left in the room was the woman with her weapons suspended outside of her cell taunting her.