He was taken aback when he saw there was no fear in Flindra's unswollen eye. Even worse, there was nothing. It was if her consciousness was gone. He slapped her hard across the mouth to win a response. His only answer was a thin trickle of blood running from the side of her mouth. There was no reaction registering in her eye.
"What's wrong, my Lord?" asked the unfamiliar voice.
"I don't know. I've never seen quana have this effect before. It's known for inducing unreasoning fear. This girl is nearly unconscious. I suppose it's possible that she is having a unique reaction to the drug. He slapped her hard again - still no response. "Take her away," he commanded. "It's useless to try anything with her in this condition. I don't have the time to waste.
"What should we do with her and the Ranger?"
"If they are responsive in the morning, see if you can get any information from them using conventional methods. Then kill them."
"Yes, my Lord."
Flindra was dragged into the back room that was her prison cell. She was only vaguely aware of the movement. Her mind still rested calmly in the white light of the crystal orb. She would stay here until the drug worked its way out of her system.
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