Stuck in the Middle With You

[Bjorn]

"Cut off his clothes," Bjorn coldly instructs the nearest guard.  "Don't undo his bonds."

[Brian]

The guards squirm uncomfortably, but do as you say.

Beneath his clothes, Mattias has no scars, and no tattoos.  His skin is completely unblemished, except for the healing injury on his thigh (which looks like a bullet wound).

[Dracos]

Dracos remains a silent towering presence right behind Bjorn, having no compunction towards any sympathies towards the tied up mage.

Dracos

[Bjorn]

"No wards on your body, Mattias?" Bjorn asks quietly, addressing the runic for the first time as he examines him closely.

[Dracos]

Dracos takes a moment, examining Mattias passively with his detect/analyze magic vision, being very slow and cautious as he looks around Mattias and the area of the room around him.

Dracos

[Brian]

"No," he says, sullenly.

To Phil's eyes, his body is wreathed in colors and bands that strike you as defensive in nature.  You think, when you look more closely, that it looks like there's a glowing skeleton inside him, all marked with runes.

[Dracos]

Dracos sends to Bjorn, ~He's lying, at least partially.  He somehow has his skeleton warded like crazy.~

Dracos

[Bjorn]

"I see," Bjorn says quietly, rising to his feet, looking down at Mattias.  "They're inside you.  Clever."

[Brian]

He twitches -- as much as someone who's tied down can twitch, and glares at you, saying nothing.

[Bjorn]

"Now, then," Bjorn says, stepping backwards.  "Tell me about Dorian, Mattias."

[Brian]

He looks puzzled.  "What would I know about Dorian?" he asks.

[Bjorn]

Bjorn says nothing, simply staring at Mattias.

[Brian]

He returns your stare dubiously, silent once more.

[Bjorn]

"So what do you know, Mattias?" Bjorn breaks the silence.  "What do you care to tell us?"

[Brian]

"Nothing," he says.  "I've lost.  If I tell you anything, you'll kill me.  If I tell you nothing, you'll kill me."  He shrugs (kind of -- he's pretty well tied down).  "If I were released, I'd be killed for my failure anyway.

"Listen, little holy man.  You can't make me say anything.  You'd have to care to talk.  And I don't.  Not anymore."