The nem assassin could feel the electricity sparking above her... and yet not a sound came from her. Indeed, she only opened her large, crimson eyes when the knight rolled her over, grasping her jaw firmly and forcing it open. Inside, there was a set of normal, white teeth, and a fairly average tongue, what could be expected from any humanoid race.

It was when the scarf around her neck was removed that anything seemed out of the ordinary. There was a horrible, ugly scary running across it. It was certainly an old wound, looking to have happened many, many years ago. It didn't take a genius to understand just why the assassin hadn't responded to any questioning. It wasn't that she was unwilling, it was that her ability to do so had been taken away a long, long time ago.

Someone had cut her throat open and taken out her voice box.