Beata pulls Erephir aside and shows her a gag.
“Look, boss, I have this thing. It’s enchanted. If I put it on someone, they won’t be able to take it off. And they won’t be able to sing about Rinze or mutter their spells. Do you think it will be useful?”
“I think if we had someone with charisma of 100, they could talk someone into wearing it voluntarily,” she shrugs. “But as it is, I have my doubts, but we’ll see. I’ll keep it in mind, thanks for letting me know.”
/I’ll be back later, I have other things to do. /