"Abrax, pin her arms."<br/><br/>From behind Aerylinne came a very tall man, his skin a dusty bronze with hair that was a mottled mess of dark umber and carnation pink. What was most strange about him was the fact that he had four arms, all of them quite large. He hoisted the noblewoman off the ground and then interlocked two of his arms with her elbows before using the other two to hold her wrists. The woman who approached her drew a dagger from her belt, and carefully incised the webbing from Aerylinne's lips. Stepping back, she repeated herself. "Again, what are your intentions?"<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>