"What do you think?" the man in blue asks his associate.
The woman in red stares at you for a while. "It could be true. Time magic comes in all shapes and forms," she says, never taking her eyes off you. "But, I don't think he's telling the truth. He's too... sure of himself."
The man in blue eyes you, narrowing his eyes like he's trying to intimidate you. "Well, we can't take any chances. Not after-" The man catches himself at the last minute and stops himself from finishing his thought, making you wonder what he was about to say. "Seems like the rings won't come off easily, though. What do you reckon? Chop his hand off?"
You flinch at the notion, drawing a smile from the man. Luckily, the woman in red quickly shakes her head in disapproval.
"We're not barbarians. Let's just wait until the chief gets back. He'll have an appropriate way of handling this," she says. Then, she leans forward and starts whispering. You've heard this incantation before and you understand what's about to happen as she taps your forehead with 2 fingers and says "sleep."
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