Painful Experiences

The cowering little arctic wolf on the ground was such a pitiful sight, lying there trembling and silent, her eyes as wide as a doe's pleading for its life. Unfortunately for the fae, she would find no mercy between the brute that had taken her here and the one analyzing her like she were little more than another task for him to complete. Cifarelli's requests (demands, really) were simple: a thorough examination and a full panel of the usual medicines for the Sidi. But then he came closer and whispered a more degenerate request, one that piqued the inquisitor's interest. He wanted her memories wiped, eh? A single brow raised over Azrael's pale green eyes, tilting his head while he looked at Cifa, considering the idea with a malicious smirk. Well well, what a pleasant surprise indeed!

"I think that can be arranged," he responded in smooth lyrics with a rumbling chuckle. "Get her up and inside. We'll get started right away." Az shot one more appraising look down at the fae and turned to lead the way back into his apothecary workshop. The Saxe brute moved almost automatically over to his collection of vials stored neatly in organized sections along the natural shelves inside the cave, grabbing vial after vial of the serums and drugs Cifarelli had requested. A contraceptive serum, a broad spectrum antibiotic, a wormwood extract just in case she was carrying some unwanted parasites—and last but not least, his memory cleanser. He'd only gotten to test this very briefly and it was still in its clinical trials, but so far it had proven promising, and if Cifa was offering up his Sidi for further tests, then who was he to refuse his cousin's request?

"Get her on the table or the bed." Azrael gestured to the stone worktable where he'd been prepping the stonefish spines or to the crude bed of furs and lichens in the corner. Either option would work, so long as he had a stable surface to jab her so she wouldn't be able to resist or fight back. With his assortment of injectors gathered, Az brought the little vials of serums and tinctures over to where Cifarelli was wrangling his Sidi, picking out the antibiotic from the veritable cocktail of drugs first. Best to start off with something mild. "The memory cleanser is not a permanent drug yet. It will need to be re-administered regularly to keep her from regaining any of her earlier memories. I can work on a more permanent solution if you wish, but the mind is a fragile thing. Wiping memories might leave her an empty husk if not brewed extremely carefully." Azrael had been deliberate in his measurements of the herbs and drugs that went into his memory cleaner. Too little and the subject would be resistant to the serum. Too much and it could render them brain damaged or even braindead. Working with the brain was still a tricky science Az had yet to perfect, but for his dear cousin's amusement, he would be happy to give it a try.

"Azrael Saxe"