BLAIR-O-METER: Psycho-Bitch
Blair Drakencrest interrogated a man, got attacked with dark magic, looted the body, and recruited an interrogation team in under four minutes.
She was currently in the dungeon and if she had a dragon, it would be rumbling because she was one pissed off bitch.
On the other side of the soundproof door, Marek Navarre was having the worst morning of his life.
"Hello?"
His voice echoed off stone walls that offered zero sympathy. Warded cuffs. Sack over his head. A chair that was bolted to the floor because Drakencrest's interrogation chamber was designed by people who assumed every guest would eventually try to throw furniture.
"Hello? Is anyone there?"
Nobody answered because nobody was in the room with him and the door was a one-way soundproof warded door and the only people who could hear him were standing on the other side of it having an argument that was rapidly becoming a committee meeting.
