<br/>The woman's teeth gritted as Twilight removed the gag, struggling to speak as the painful session intensified. And then the voice came at last, a deep matronly tone that seemed to have a bit of hoarseness to it. The language she spoke was harsh, guttural...not at all eloquent and flowing like the Mordentish that everyone else was speaking.<br/><br/><br/><br/>"Gahhh!!...eradu sozem,<strong>vu</strong>nen nē!<br/><br/><br/>"...Afisu, aladu, anabi avet lē!"<br/><br/><br/><br/><br/>OOC- Twilight make a d20 roll modified by intelligence.<br/><br/>