Felix Caelus

The second Felix's hands hit the table the blades go dark, as if assuming the inconspicuous guise of simple weapons could absolve them of all guilt. Their screaming stops in an instant. The thread that was attempting to hold him captive is cut, and Felix's mind is free from their influence. Or so it seems...

Felix's slamming does nothing to wake Harrowheart from his impassive stupor. He's content to stare into the middle distance, effectively unaware of the world around him and certainly not privy to any conversations between conjurers and blades.

Finally one rune on one blade blinks. One little blue light to assure Felix that they're still there, still part of this ritual. They hesitate after that before attempting to contact him again, and when they do they express themselves humbly, gently.

They understand that this is a trade. They understand that something more than just leniency is being asked. Now would be a decent time to present the terms so that they might consider them.