Wil looks down at his spear as it begins to dissolve in his hand, then drops it and shakes his head in resignation.  “I thought this might happen, although I assumed that this was an artificial construct…”<br/><br/>Looking back up at his jailer, he notices how the environment is changing around him, changing into what he assumes is the creature’s chosen form.  “If information is all that you wanted, I would have shared it with you had you but asked.  I am not a god, but the merely the servant of one.  I have been in his service for most of my life, serving as his hand in the mortal realms.  I would show you what that has cost me, but in my current state that is impossible.  Suffice it to say, however, that if you wish information from me, torture is not the path to pursue.”<br/><br/>“Obviously, there is little that I can do to prevent you from doing whatever you wish with me, so if you intend to punish me, you might as well get on with it.”<br/><br/>(By the way, I will be out of town for the next two weeks at the ACM SigGRAPH technical conference.  I should still be able to get internet, but seeing as my laptop is currently out of order it may be a little while before I can reply back.)