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*He poured the last bit over the top of her head and it dripped down over the webbings and down her body until it reached the towel, dissolving the webbings that held her. He reached out and carressed her face as the webbings dissolved.*

"I'm glad that you will obey Cora. Now Cora, lets go to my room, seeing as your isn't quite so private anymore. We'll teach you how much better it is to obey. Maybe even embace sin."

*Tac staggered back a step or two and spits a tooth out at Cora.*

"You shouldn't have done that Cora."

*He charged at her, pushing her back into the undissolved webbings, holding her from behind, but leaving her exposed to the front.*

"If you won't obey, I'll have to teach you the price of disobeying me. Expect to hear of Torment in pain next time you see him."

((if it can't be opened from the front, if so skip this bit))
*He threw the glass to the ground and picked up a shattered piece of glass and cut through the towel with some effort, blood tricking to the floor.*

*He spread the towel and started to have his way with her.*

*As Cora fades away, the door groans open. An older man with a face like worn leather stretched of badly carved wood enters the room. His watery blues eyes take in the Brink without blinking, even though the key now hanging from a chain at his waist says this is his first time here. His ash-white hair is tied in a tail and slung over his shoulder and hangs near one of the front pockets of his thick jacket. Everything abouthim speaks of the past, from the cut of his worn clothing to the bandages that are wrapped around his calloused hands. His eyes widen slightly at the sight of the beast in front of his and his hand darts into his jacket. His face, if at all possible, hardens further. Out comes what looks like an uzi. Looks like because it has been customized heavily. The clip is the most obvious change, holding nearly three times the original amount of ammo.*

What be this place? And who, what, be you?

*His growl is heavily accented Welsh, and obviously used to people listening and listening damn close when he speaks.*

*The old man growls, stashing the Uzi in his jacket again.*

Bloody hell, who would have expected I run smack into an acursed after stumbling into a new place... So odd the need that fills the wings...

*He roots through his jacket again, pulling out a thick hardbound book with a worn and scarred cover. It has no title or author, but it does resemble the man's craggy face a tad. He stares at it for a moment before thumbing it open to a middlish page and removing an inked stylus from a section in the spine. He chews lightly on the nib to get the ink flowing, then looks thoughtfully at the book.*

Hrm...

*The old man snorts, looking up from his book.*

Citizen? What time are you from lassie? Last time I checked only the Brits were sitting on that particular rod. That's an interesting trick you have there, second time I've seen it in as many minutes...

*He carefully puts the stylus back into the books spine and returns it to his jacket. The hand that comes back out is again holding his Uzi.*

And now we must brooch the subject of why I shouldn't assume that two dogs who know the same trick weren't trained by the same handler?

Eh? This place?

*He doesn't blink or move his eyes from you, but you get the feeling he is analyzing what he can see and feel without letting down his guard. Quite the feat for an old man. He lets the silence drag on for a few moment before speaking again, the growl sounding inquisitive.*

Hmp, lets say I believe you. Where are we and what was one of the Tainted doing here?

Officer? Lassie, that was no officer of any type I've ever seen.

*He twitches his nose and stashes the Uzi back in his jacket. That done he checks the clips and fasteners that are briefly visible on the inside. His inspection done, he returns his attention to Cora and makes a sweeping bow from the waist.*

My most sincere apologies, staying wary means staying alive.

*He rises from the bow, watery blue eyes taking in Cora and the room once again.*

No time? Warping matter and magic? Well, this is certainly an interesting local. Tell me more about this Tac character who has become Tainted, his kind are not to be left loose in any world.

*He removes the book from his jacket again, frowning slightly.*

That would also explain my missing enchantments, powerful forces here...

*Out comes the stylus once again, and he begins to walk slowly around the room.*

.....

*The old man makes no indication of having heard you as he studies a tabletop closely. Making a quick note in his book near the back he looks up at Cora.*

Most call me Malazar, just Malazar. I'm a hunter, and a bit of a historian as well. Nice to make you acquintance and all. Now, the Tainted?

*He makes an "on with it" motion with one finger before returning to his book, stylus, and inspection of the room.*