You have emoted: Dresian shifts slightly in his position, sending the mass of armor scraping and
clinking subtly against itself. He leans slightly to his left, pressing his elbow down onto the
shop's counter.

Vrah ponders you with a contemplative expression.

Disciplinarian Vrah Xa'sai Nithilar, Squire of Arador's breath crackles and sparks as she says, "Is
it just me, or are your wings missing?"

Disciplinarian Vrah Xa'sai Nithilar, Squire of Arador's breath crackles and sparks as she says, "At
times, armour and cloaks can hide a great deal."

You have emoted: Dresian's lips twist downwards immediately at the question. He eyes Vrah piercingly
for a time before he straightens once more and begins to unclasp his armor.

You remove a suit of polished field plate armour.

You remove a long, black Maldaathi cloak.

You have emoted: Dresian reaches the thin leather jacket that remains covering his torso and turns
around slowly. The clothing opens at the front, and begins to slide down his back. At the very base
of his shoulder blades, two long, slightly raised and jagged crests appear, evidence of wings
crudely and wickedly sawed off.

Vrah raises an eyebrow questioningly.

Disciplinarian Vrah Xa'sai Nithilar, Squire of Arador says simply, "How?"

Cleric Saeva Aristata says quietly to you in Mhaldorian, "Ohhh!"

Saeva's eyes flicker with curiosity.

Disciplinarian Vrah Xa'sai Nithilar, Squire of Arador's breath crackles and sparks as she says, "Or
perhaps.. Why? Is the better question."

You have emoted: "Wings do not make the Atavian, Disciplinarian," Dresian calls out cryptically from
over his shoulder before the jacket rises up once more, concealing the long-happened wounds. "I
misbehaved," he finishes simply as he turns around to face the two women once more.

Cleric Saeva Aristata says to you in Mhaldorian, "That happened to my mother, too."

'Oh?' Vrah exclaims quizzically at Saeva.

Disciplinarian Vrah Xa'sai Nithilar, Squire of Arador's breath crackles and sparks as she says, "It
does seem the usual punishment for winged creatures though.."

Cleric Saeva Aristata says in Mhaldorian, "Yes. She misbehaved and was excommunicated from the
church. Her penance to Lord Neraeos was having her wings sawed from her back.."

Comprehension flashes across Vrah's face.

Saeva peers at you unscrupulously.

You have emoted: "As good an introduction to pain as any," Dresian rumbles out in agreement as he
begins to methodically replace his armor.

Cleric Saeva Aristata asks you in Mhaldorian, "Why did you misbehave?"

You are now wearing a suit of polished field plate armour.

Disciplinarian Vrah Xa'sai Nithilar, Squire of Arador's breath crackles and sparks as she says,
"Indeed, what untoward act led to this punishment?"

You have emoted: Dresian glances up towards Saeva. "Because I knew no better, Cleric," he replies
simply. His features darken somewhat, those pale blue eyes shimmering seemingly instantaneous into
darker, deeper pools of thought. "The story is of no importance, Disciplinarian."

Vrah snorts, a puff of acrid smoke escaping her large nostrils and crackles of light appear in the
iar.

Disciplinarian Vrah Xa'sai Nithilar, Squire of Arador's breath crackles and sparks as she says, "I
do believe no slave is entitled to tell me what is important and what isn't."

Lightning crackles around Disciplinarian Vrah Xa'sai Nithilar, Squire of Arador as she says to you,
"Answer the question, Recruit."

Saeva narrows her gaze upon you, awaiting your response.

You have emoted: "I would rather not, Disciplinarian," Dresian replies in a low, clipped tone. His
eyes meet Vrah's, then Saeva's, face an mask of impassivity.

Saeva arches her brow sharply.

Disciplinarian Vrah Xa'sai Nithilar, Squire of Arador's breath crackles and sparks as she says,
"What you would rather is irrelevant."

Disciplinarian Vrah Xa'sai Nithilar, Squire of Arador's breath crackles and sparks as she says,
"There are no secrets beneath our Lord's eye, and slaves are certainly not entitled to any."

Lightning crackles around Disciplinarian Vrah Xa'sai Nithilar, Squire of Arador as she says to you,
"It's your head I demand, if you refuse further."

You have emoted: Dresian's brooding countenance finally breaks, and a wide, knowing smile is quickly
replaced. He falls to one knee, chin raised high as he gazes upwards towards Vrah. "Take it,
Disciplinarian," he rumbles out in a near-reverent tone. "It would be my honour. Though no pain you
might inflict will be able to rival that of my past, I assure you."

You drop to one knee.

Vrah ponders you with a contemplative expression.

Disciplinarian Vrah Xa'sai Nithilar, Squire of Arador's breath crackles and sparks as she says,
"Very well."

Before you can react, Vrah strikes downward, bringing her massive jaws together with a powerful snap.
 Searing pain encumbers every sense in your body as her teeth sink into your chest and tear upward,
ruthlessly ripping your head from the flesh of your shoulders.
You have been slain by Vrah.

You tell Disciplinarian Vrah Xa'sai Nithilar, Squire of Arador, "Thank you for that journey,
Disciplinarian. I know I shall now be stronger for it."

With sharp, crackling tones, Vrah tells you, "Contemplate your answer. You will not dodge this
question forever."

You tell Disciplinarian Vrah Xa'sai Nithilar, Squire of Arador, "As you say, Disciplinarian."