(F/F, F/F, F/F) When comparing forms of interrogation among the Party, Shadowheart gets in over her head on one she isn't familiar with... Story Word Count: 2928 "...to be cut apart piece by piece, or fed to a dragon." Lae'zel continued, "I'm certain your Shar could not command them as Vlakith does." “Worst I ever saw was reserved for the poor bastards Zariel felt personally insulted by. Usually traitors and the like.” Karlach offered. She had been listening to Shadowheart and Lae'zel go back and forth for nearly an hour now comparing techniques in torture. “She’d have ‘em strung up like a chicken, dangling there for her imps to tickle. I heard one elf who tried to break an agreement, Zariel just threw her away and forgot about her. Heard she was tickled non-stop for seven years.” “What is tickled?” Shadowheart asks, incredulous. Her brow furrows trying to recall some knowledge of this torture. “Ya know, where you touch somebody and make ‘em laugh and squeal an’ all
