"The false-mother was talking about that at me, as well," Thace comments with a wry twist of his mouth that looks more like a grimace.
He's gone through all the contents of the bag by now, sorting them out by potential threat level in a worst-case scenario, and is holding the handbook in his hands.
"I have no doubts about the creature; only reservations about the idea of restraining creatures through technology or magic."
He picks up one of the balls in his hand. "Are these a prison? Are they a means of rapid transport from wherever these creatures live to our locations? Are the creatures fully or semi-sentient, and if they are, can they honestly consent to..." Thace frowns mightily, "what sounds like a pet-owner relationship if they were mere non-sentient animals..."
While Thace is pondering the ethics out loud, whatever's in the ball wants to get out, apparently.
And in a flash of light, there's a sword coming out of the ball to float between Thace and Catra. Surprise is something of an understatement for Thace's expression.
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He's gone through all the contents of the bag by now, sorting them out by potential threat level in a worst-case scenario, and is holding the handbook in his hands.
"I have no doubts about the creature; only reservations about the idea of restraining creatures through technology or magic."
He picks up one of the balls in his hand. "Are these a prison? Are they a means of rapid transport from wherever these creatures live to our locations? Are the creatures fully or semi-sentient, and if they are, can they honestly consent to..." Thace frowns mightily, "what sounds like a pet-owner relationship if they were mere non-sentient animals..."
While Thace is pondering the ethics out loud, whatever's in the ball wants to get out, apparently.
And in a flash of light, there's a sword coming out of the ball to float between Thace and Catra. Surprise is something of an understatement for Thace's expression.