[center][b][color=00746b][h2]Kyzler the cursed hunter[/h2][/color][/b] [/center]
[hr]([i]@ the Tavern [/i])[@Fetzen][hr]

Kyzler chuckled to himself. 

[b]"While I admire your lateral thinking, experience has taught me otherwise."[/b] Ky says with smirk growing across his face. Whipping out a quill and ink jar from one of his many concealed pockets he begins to scribble upon a parchment he had left upon the table. He draws up what looks like a design for a teepee.
[b]"The one you talk of is great for old croons and herbologists, puts on a nice show, but throw a real witch up there and you don't wanna be around when the flames begin. But..."[/b] he says as he adds a few more lines around the base then a very crude stick man in the middle with some large circles in the chest region to signify it's a woman. 

[b]"This way gives you more supports to anchor your trinkets, the updraft limits their breath should they need it to cast."[/b]

Looking at his 'artwork' he pauses his speech to add in a few more lines from the hip area to the floor.

[b]"I've seen a witch out live her shackles and escape into the open air with 'alf 'er skin still dripping off. Horrible sight...
So this makes a little cage, add extra for weight, use some heavy ones here to pin the whore down, 'n' trust me.[/b]

Kyzler pauses, his excitement slightly fading as he twists his head to look at the mess of lines that is his his diagram.

[b]"Just trust me, it works. Top or bottom the bitch will burn!
Maybe I'll even show you how to do it properly one day, I've been doing this longer than I can remember. It's the only thing I remember clearly.
Tell me beanstalk tha academic, should I 'ave chased that wretched spawn of satan to her grave? She was injured after all. Give reason."[/b] 

He laid the question out like a challenge, the steely proud glare in his eyes telling he already had his own answer in mind.
Kyzler pauses and listens with open interest and intent, seemingly eager to judge and critique the coming reply.