Sigil: City of Doors

Having heard that someone was captured in connection to the attack on the Cage, Kierisen dresses in her work leathers. Deep red with a series of buckles, straps, and studs add to the image of stiff and sure confidence as her heels click on the stones of the prison floor. The tools of her hobby are interlaced in her leathers. A steel hook strapped to her belt, a long-bladed knife in her boot. A tool with a steel handle and rotary wheel, studded with spikes tucked into a sleeve on her hips, and an ivory-handled scourge in her hand complete the uniform she has chosen for many reasons.

Kiera walks slowly down the row of cells, letting the end of the ivory handle tap against the metal bars rhythmically as she passes. She looks into each cell as she passes, giving the occupants long hungry looks, the hint of a smile playing on her lips. She doesn't speak until she reaches the cell holding the dwarf.

"Hmm, I do hope I get to speak to you soon and see if dwarven constitution is all I've heard it is," she says slowly, letting the hooked and barbed tails of her scourge slap against the bars like a morbid wind chime.

She doesn't wait for a reaction, nor does she much care for one yet. She walks on, tapping and clicking, laughing lightly as she goes.

The Dwarf lies asleep, or perhaps unconscious in his cell, unaware of the danger that lurks outside the cell. As Kierisen watches him stir and shift on the fetid quilts and blankets the Mercykillers have put him with she is struck with a strange feeling. A giddy feeling and vomit and bile rise in her throat. A hazy recollection comes to her mind unbidden. Something was here once. Something important. As she struggles to recall what the sensation leaves her. The memory fades. Later in the day she would find an envelope in her locker. When she opens it she would find the contents are a letter.

wrote:
Namer.

I am informed that during your time with us you gained a fearsome reputation for your skills as an interrogator.  The time has come to put those skills to use.  I would like you to correspond with Justicar Charae and assist her questioning of the prisoner detained after the carnival incident.

Factor Swan's Son.

((OOC: Please see here.

Kierisen frowned at the feeling she had experienced when passing the dwarf's cell. She was disturbed despite her outward confidence. She had managed to keep her laugh from sounding unsure, but the feeling still nagged at her. When she read the note, however, those thoughts quickly vanished. She gave a languid smile to herself and a slight shiver of anticipation. She loved nothing more than to test the limits of mortal flesh and spirit, I hope this one lies so that I can actually play with him, she thought as she tucked the note into her leathers and sought out the duty roster. She made a mental note of Charae's schedule and went to seek the drow to see if a time had yet been set for the interrogation.

((I can definitely be on tonight after work ~5:30 (1730) Central U.S. time. We can also schedule something another night during the week if that's too soon.))

//530 central works for me too.

((I can be around tonight but I don't live in the US. Central Time is GMT + 6 right?

((I believe that is correct, GMT +6))

((Sorry I mean -6 but yes should be able to make between 5:30-6:00 pm Central Time.

((I guess we have severe storms rolling into the area tonight. Generally doesn't affect internet but just in case you don't see me tonight that's why.