Larynn fidgets involuntarily as the tingling sensation travels around her, but doesn't complain. The sensation of discomfort is dwarfed by the pleasant dry feeling that she had been waiting for. Once clean, the aasimar breathes a a contented sigh.<blockquote><div><cite>Ayssa wrote:</cite>That should do for the time being, at least. I'll inquire about a change of clothing after we arrive - and a stove as well," </div></blockquote><br/>"Thank you for the help. Though my clothes are fine for now. Feeling clean is good enough." Larynn explains. And<br/><div style="padding: 3px; background-color: #FFFFFF; border: 1px solid #d8d8d8; font-size: 1em;"><div style="text-transform: uppercase; border-bottom: 1px solid #CCCCCC; margin-bottom: 3px; font-size: 0.8em; font-weight: bold; display: block;"><span onclick="if (this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display != '') {  this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display = ''; this.innerHTML = '&lt;b&gt;Spoiler: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;a href=\'#\' onClick=\'return false;\'&gt;hide&lt;/a&gt;'; } else { this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display = 'none'; this.innerHTML = '&lt;b&gt;Spoiler: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;a href=\'#\' onClick=\'return false;\'&gt;show&lt;/a&gt;'; }"><b>Spoiler: </b><a href="#" onclick="return false;">show</a></span></div><div class="quotecontent"><div style="display: none;">Knowlegde(Local) check to ID Forgeborn (1d20 + 6): 1 + 6 = 7, Failure!<br/>Knowlegde(Arcana) check to ID Forgeborn (1d20 + 6): 16 + 6 = 22, Success!<br/>I forget if you can make separate rolls on knowledge checks or not. For now, I’ll just assume Larynn failed the check.</div></div></div><span style="font-style: italic">”I guess…”</span>Larynn thought as she struggled to keep up with Yuki. Her unseen servants were to slow to follow, leaving the cook to carry the pot full of ribs.<span style="font-style: italic">”I asked for this, didn’t I?“</span>Thankfully, the group reaches the cells before long. Larynn gives the guard a polite smile.<br/><br/><blockquote><div><cite>Yuki wrote:</cite>“You arrived just in time, you know, I just ordered the interrogation cells readied for those demon spawn you captured at the square. I’d be in questioning them right now, if we weren’t so short-staffed around here... But that won’t be a problem now, will it? ”</div></blockquote><br/><br/>“Y-yes Sergeant.” Larynn responded, her voice carrying little confidence. She had never seen herself as intimidating.<span style="font-style: italic">”How am I supposed coerce a predator into cooperating with us?”</span>Setting the large pot and her equipment onto the table, Larynn could only wonder what was on the guard’s mind. It didn’t take long for her to get her answer.<br/><blockquote><div><cite>Yuki wrote:</cite>“Weapons and magic both are prohibited during the interrogation, Of course, certain weapons are a gray area. I imagine there are certain types of magic that might fall under the same purview.</div></blockquote><br/>A puzzled look crossed Larynn's face.<span style="font-style: italic">”Is the Sergeant actually...”</span><br/><br/><blockquote><div><cite>Yuki wrote:</cite>“I’ll handle the cat in cell three myself,Cell four is all yours. There should be plenty of room for the three of you - sorry, the <span style="font-style: italic">two</span> of you to work.”</div></blockquote><br/><span style="font-style: italic">”...She is. ”</span>Larynn thought, feeling particularly squeamish about the look Yuki gave her.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">~Does this mean I can come out?~</span><br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">~No.~</span><br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">~Oh come on!~</span>Vanika pleaded.<span style="font-style: italic">~I know I can scare that kitty cat </span>good<span style="font-style: italic">.~</span><br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">~You just want to eat her!~</span>Larynn shot back.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">~Yeah, but she’ll be pretty scared after that.~</span><br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">~I don’t even know where to begin on that…~</span>The chef responded.<br/><br/><blockquote><div><cite>Dagnyr wrote:</cite>"So, you got any hidden talents at this that we could use? I'd say we could good-cop bad-cop this but uh, you're no cop so you might trip on that part and I'm a lot better at being <span style="font-style: italic">nice</span> than I am at being scary... unless I get to get more physical, of course. Most people are willing to talk after they're halfway down your throat."</div></blockquote><br/>“Outside of cooking, my only real talent is magic, and Sergeant Ananda said that’s out.“ Larynn replied. “And I doubt the Watch would offer amnesty to a guard killer in exchange for cooperation, so…” The chef trailed off. She didn’t like suggesting it, but there wasn’t much choice. “The Sergeant kept mentioning the three of us. Do you think she was talking about Vanika?” If we have to, I can call her….”<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">~So I </span>CAN<span style="font-style: italic"> eat the cat?~</span><br/><br/>“Or… maybe a bribe could work?” Larynn says, looking back to her cooking pot.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">~Oh,  COME ON!.~</span>