Kay-Larr
Sphaera Tea Company Owner
By the time that [member="Kyrel Ren"] was brought down into the depths of the emergrncy bunkers, the cell was ready for him. It had been used before to hold [member="Veiere Arenais"] after he had become an enemy of the people. The cell was special in it's own right, designed to hold Force Users safely and securely without the need to bind them down. The shape of the cell also allowed for it to be transported with hoists and cranes up to the cargo levels. But for now it sat 30 stories below the ground.
Kyrel wasn't beaten or manhandled by the Commenori Regulars that brought him down. All of his weapons were seized and his likeness was photographed. The cell was furnished and more or less quite comfortable. There were even books on hand on a variety of subjects.
For nearly a week Kyrel would spend there alone, with only the guards standing watch. He'd have meals brought, but all was done in silence. Was that an intimidation tactic? Not really. They were just following orders and that was to hold him until the King and Queen said otherwise.
On the eight day, Kay exited the lift and approached the cell block that held him. She didn't wear a fancy gown. Instead she just wore a blouse and trousers, with her hair drawn up in a bun and a cup of tea in hand. There was always tea.
She stopped when she came within eight feet of the transparent wall and cleared her throat a little before speaking. "Good afternoon. Might I have your name please?"
Kyrel wasn't beaten or manhandled by the Commenori Regulars that brought him down. All of his weapons were seized and his likeness was photographed. The cell was furnished and more or less quite comfortable. There were even books on hand on a variety of subjects.
For nearly a week Kyrel would spend there alone, with only the guards standing watch. He'd have meals brought, but all was done in silence. Was that an intimidation tactic? Not really. They were just following orders and that was to hold him until the King and Queen said otherwise.
On the eight day, Kay exited the lift and approached the cell block that held him. She didn't wear a fancy gown. Instead she just wore a blouse and trousers, with her hair drawn up in a bun and a cup of tea in hand. There was always tea.
She stopped when she came within eight feet of the transparent wall and cleared her throat a little before speaking. "Good afternoon. Might I have your name please?"