The silence that settled was piercing and terrible, like the man's gaze on Waver. His eyes raked over the young magus with a slow, even hungry sort of look, until at last he looked upon his face, his shaking shoulders, and the blood on his lip. At last, he gestured to Waver, his eyes locking on the individual behind the young magus.
"Undress him. Check him for sigils. When you're finished, put him back where he belongs." He turned on his heel and left the room, the door closing behind him. Waver was left with the other two, the large man who'd hefted him up single-handedly, and the other who'd remained silent.
A hand settled at the top of his back, almost gentle. Metal claws clamped down there.
"If you have any runes or sigils upon your skin, young master, I suggest you tell us where they are now." In an effort to at least spare him the indignity that was to come.
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"Undress him. Check him for sigils. When you're finished, put him back where he belongs." He turned on his heel and left the room, the door closing behind him. Waver was left with the other two, the large man who'd hefted him up single-handedly, and the other who'd remained silent.
A hand settled at the top of his back, almost gentle. Metal claws clamped down there.
"If you have any runes or sigils upon your skin, young master, I suggest you tell us where they are now." In an effort to at least spare him the indignity that was to come.