In The Misfit Toy's guild hall, Mikax stood chatting with Zed and Sekhmet. They enjoyed looking at the cramped holding cube hanging above them. It was becoming quite the melting pot of races. Currently, they had 1 human, 1 elf, and 1 Snake-kin all tied up and gagged.
Inside the cube, none of their abilities would work so the guild wasn't worried about them communicating that way. They did catch them attempting to talk via taps and blinks when the Elf was tossed in but that was quickly discovered and dealt with. They now had a 24-hour watch to ensure that they didn't get themselves into any trouble.
"Do we know when Vór will be able to lift the blood oath?" Mikax asked Sekhmet since she seemed to know the most about it.
"I would guess soon but she told you time flows oddly in her space." Sekhmet shrugged, "If I was still at my peak I could have removed it. I do know a thing or two about blood."
