Thranean Interrogation Log

The “log” is a series of disorganized paragraphs scribbled onto a sheet of paper in large, messy handwriting.

Subject was captured by some over eager volunteers from the Legion of Perpetual Adoration after a disturbance in the quarter. Idiots nearly killed her before one of ours stepped in and recognized she was dressed far too well to be just some Aundarian troublemaker. Had to smuggle her into the Officer’s Club to avoid the attention of the Ministers. Will give her some food and patch up the wounds to start.

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Subject is sadly hostile, despite being given both drink and bread. Nasty piece of work tried to bite my hand when I started to untied her. Struck her until she let go, and after a few kicks she dropped the brave act. Managed to get that necklace off her while she recovered. Damn thing definitely seems magical - I’ll have Gaius take a look later.

''A larger gap ''

Subject has been denied food for three days, but shows no signs of increasing cooperation. She has quite a tounge on her, and Bracchus appears unable to beat it out of her. He threatens to cut it out next, but I do not think that ease our efforts in the end. She at least admits to being one of Queen Aurala’s handmaidens now, and all the other details we can confirm she readily agrees to. Still don’t know what she was doing in the Quarter. I'm not sure the poor girl is all there.

''A shorter gap ''

Subject continues to be unhelpful, although we’ve barely had time to talk with her. There was some kind of attack from the Throneholders on a scheduled burning, and lets just say Exarch Everest looks all the more fool for it. Not sure why they’d be interested in keeping Megara Vexalius alive, but I’m glad she didn’t have to meet the Flame. She was one of the original 9-24s, and I don’t care what the Ministers say. Gaius confirmed that the necklace is some kind of strong magic - said something about it interacting with the antimagic fields of Thronehold. Whatever that means, I ain’t touching it.