"That is when I met him".
"He was dressed in all black with the crest of the Noor empires House Mara".
"By the gods if you saw him, a mans man".
"The type of man even the Emporer deferred to for advise".
"I think about that moment every day, you know our daughter looks just like him" Heela says reminiscing of days old.
Hooma the owner of the tavern in the nobles district, hangs on a chandeliers of mana stones by a thin rope cutting into her hands and wrists.
They are situated in the middle of the the first floor of her tavern, underneath said chandelier of mana stones.
"Please my lady, I know not of what you speak" Hooma begs through blood and puke.
Heela has turned her insides with mana, repeatedly.
Silver needles can be seen poking out of diffrent areas of her body.
Heela has become so proficient in her art that she no longer needs to see skin to incompacitate someone with her needles.
Along with her wands they are the tools of choice for interrogation.
