Luna turned to face Swa, her beautiful brow furrowed in protest. "Swa, I guarantee I can extract this stone without killing the host. We know nothing about this object yet. In my opinion, it is far wiser to separate it first before you begin your interrogation. I heard from Nerphyl that this Hobgoblin possesses abnormal strength, and this gem in his chest is almost certainly the cause," she countered with clinical logic, though her eyes still sparkled with an obsessive curiosity.
"The Tendril Bars will keep him in place, no matter how violently he struggles. I share your suspicions regarding the source of his power, but I want no foreign variables interfering when the interrogation begins. Leave the gem attached to his chest for now," Swa replied coldly. He cared little for Luna's curiosity; his primary directive was to scrape the information from Leon's mind.
"But—"
