Nothing about this room seemed to be good, and the more they looked around they realized that this was one of many rooms that had items that people questioned the need for. With goggles and hair pulled back simply and wild the glistening eyes that screamed I'm doing something fun, the lord of Dyne gained an unstable air.
"Bring Tiffaney in and lay her on the table." While hesitant, they had seen enough of the lord to know that her daughter was very important, and she probably wouldn't do anything to hurt her. Working quickly once the girl had laid down, small squares with adhesive on them were placed on the chest, wrist, head, neck, and spinal cord. Once done she lightly restrained the girl with some leather straps and placed a rubber guard in her mouth pinching her tongue.
"What exactly are we doing to her?" Ivy asked, her stormy eyes cloudy.
