She tracked Merula's movement as he approached the man's head, and distantly approved of the quiet whimper. They were taking their sweet time around this conversation, and she hoped it only heightened his anxiety. That would only make him more pliable. The offer made her nod.
“Sure,” Dune agreed amiably, composed, as if interrogating a bloodied man was perfectly routine. Distantly, she recalled what Merula's healing power felt like, if it could be called healing at all. She wasn't sure he even termed it that. Had he? Regardless, she didn't think it would be strictly helpful, but it would at least return the eyeball safely to the man's skull. Whatever he did afterward would be up to him. Hopefully it would serve as a very painful reminder not to mess with the Exchange again.
In the meantime, Dune knelt carefully next to the man to get close enough that she wouldn't miss whatever he might say. “So... I'd say this is a pretty sweet deal,” she said conversationally. “You get to leave here in one piece if you just tell us where your guys took my friend. If you don't, or you lie... Well, I guess that's the end of the conversation.” Dune shrugged, her metal hand glinting as she flipped it up in a casual 'what're you gonna do' gesture. She'd make good on her threat and let Merula do what he wanted with the man.
After all their banter, the pain, and the clear threat to his life, the wounded man cracked relatively easily. The location came out in a rush, punctuated by a gentle sob. It sounded legitimate to Dune, although she waited for Merula's reply, in case the raven had any preternatural insight. He tended to see things for how they really were, in her experience.
“Sure,” Dune agreed amiably, composed, as if interrogating a bloodied man was perfectly routine. Distantly, she recalled what Merula's healing power felt like, if it could be called healing at all. She wasn't sure he even termed it that. Had he? Regardless, she didn't think it would be strictly helpful, but it would at least return the eyeball safely to the man's skull. Whatever he did afterward would be up to him. Hopefully it would serve as a very painful reminder not to mess with the Exchange again.
In the meantime, Dune knelt carefully next to the man to get close enough that she wouldn't miss whatever he might say. “So... I'd say this is a pretty sweet deal,” she said conversationally. “You get to leave here in one piece if you just tell us where your guys took my friend. If you don't, or you lie... Well, I guess that's the end of the conversation.” Dune shrugged, her metal hand glinting as she flipped it up in a casual 'what're you gonna do' gesture. She'd make good on her threat and let Merula do what he wanted with the man.
After all their banter, the pain, and the clear threat to his life, the wounded man cracked relatively easily. The location came out in a rush, punctuated by a gentle sob. It sounded legitimate to Dune, although she waited for Merula's reply, in case the raven had any preternatural insight. He tended to see things for how they really were, in her experience.