Tyaethe, rubbing at the sore spot in her back where it had collided first with the unyielding barrier, dithered a little in actually getting to where the failed assassin was being interrogated. Finding hat her sword was left fortunately untouched, the girl placed it back in position and leaned around to look at the nem and see why everyone was having such difficulty getting speech out of her.

The ugly neck scar actually got the white-haired paladin to flinch. Who the hell would do something like that? If you really wanted to stop someone from speaking, there were any number of methods less likely to cause them to suffocate [I]and[/I] get the intended result. But if she couldn't speak, then they'd need to get something for her to write on... provided the nem was actually literate in the first place.

This was a ball and balls were not, as a rule, equipped with vast stores of writing equipment. There were a lot of napkins, however...

"If you can write, use these whilst someone gets parchment," the knight stated, rejoining the group with seemingly half the fabric in the room and a tureen of some... lurid orange sauce. She also seemed to have grabbed as many stick-like foods as possible, including an entire carrot, some sort of bread product, and celery.