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A "Someone" gets a suggestive info from Triston, and decides to give Triston his wish...
Triston says (in common), 'playthingys are okay, but never quench the real thurst'.
Someone drops a set of iron shackles.
Uriel bows before Cordir.
Someone nudges Triston impatiently.
Triston beams a smile at Cordir.
Lanfear raises an eyebrow.
Triston utters the words, 'detect invis'.
Cordir points at the conveniently supplied shackles.
Triston says (in common), 'who dat'.
Lanfear says (in common), 'shackles!'.
Lanfear grins mischievously at Triston.
Triston grins evilly.
Triston gets a set of iron shackles.
Lanfear juggles a pair of nasty looking pliers.
Triston grins evilly.
Cordir grins rather evilly.
Morphius leaves west.
Cordir says, 'oh, do put them on@'.
Lanfear looks at Triston.
Triston utters the words, 'improved identify'.
Lanfear says (in common), 'slave'.
Lanfear says (in common), 'ND'.
Lanfear says (in common), 'NR'.
Uriel nudges Triston impatiently.
Lanfear says (in common), 'the way I like it'.
Lanfear snickers at her own evil thoughts.
Triston utters the words, 'strength'.
Someone says, 'of course they are, once in them, someone else has to get them off you'.
Someone whistles a little tune to himself.
Triston nibbles on his bottom lip.
Lanfear softly bites on your bottom lips.
Triston says (in common), 'and you think I wouldn't enjoy that?'.
Lanfear says (in common), 'put them on'.
Triston shakes his head.
Someone utters the words, 'charm person'.
Someone grins to himself. What IS he thinking about...?!
Lanfear chains you to the fountain.
Triston stops using a pair of leather sleeves.
Someone throws back his head and cackles with insane glee!
Lanfear whistles appreciatively.
Lanfear claps at Triston's performance.
Cordir looks at Triston.
Lanfear attempts to wield a pair of nasty looking pliers in her off-hand, but something is already there.
Lanfear stops using The Rod of Containment.
Lanfear holds a tortured soul in her hands.
Lanfear snaps her fingers.
Lanfear zaps Triston with a tortured soul.
Triston wears a pair of leather sleeves on his arms.
Lanfear grins to herself. What IS she thinking about...?!
Someone winks suggestively at Triston.
Uriel snickers softly.
Someone utters the words, 'dispel magic'.
Triston smiles happily.
Lanfear shakes a fist in the air!
Lanfear snarls angrily.
Lanfear hisses angrily at everyone in the room.
Lanfear glares around her.
Someone tickles Lanfear.
Cordir steps through the Pattern Web, disappearing from the chamber.
Triston snickers softly.
Lanfear stops using a tortured soul.
Lanfear wields a pair of nasty looking pliers in the off-hand.
Triston cants, 'I was kinda hoping Cordir was gonna....well...blink'.