19th of Winter, 512
Inoadar was still pondering the events of the previous day when he reached his poison crafting shop. It was not as though he had performed some crafty drama to sway anyone's decision. It seemed the decision had already been made. He had simply sat for several bells, waiting to be interrogated. He was certain that the poison, the 'Lost Tongue', he had inflicted on the Nykan had worn off. Under the best circumstances it might last for two bells, tops.
He had made his odd request, wanting to act as though he was so innocent as to be oblivious as to how far he was pushing his luck. He had been shocked when the Ebonstryfe officers had made mention of the dead Nykan. He had spent so much time in the detention area, he knew the poison would have worn off and the Nykan could tell all about him. The bounty on his head here and in Nyka. The faked death. His true identity, not the "Nolan Parnell" for which he had stolen citizenship papers.
He had made a supreme effort not to show his shock, of course. He assumed they were covertly watching for his reaction. He simply acted as any legitimate, loyal citizen would act upon hearing that a foreigner had assaulted a citizen of Ravok. The Nykan had been executed. It was to be expected, why should it be a surprise?
And, as a crafter of antidotes for poisons, it stood to reason he would request of sample of affected tissue to do tests and research on. The fact was, there was no real falsehood in that statement, except of course that it was the poisons, not the antidotes, that were his primary product. This made the request that much easier to say without a betraying sign of tension.
And they had granted his request. They had cut out the dead Nykan's tongue and bagged it for him. After all, it was a poison that primarily affected the tongue, so it only made sense.
He unlocked the door of his shop and lit the lamps, going into the back and getting his gear ready for tissue testing. He took some lab alcohol and sterilized a spot on the table, setting the tongue there. It was still swollen, which meant the soldiers had killed the Nykan well before they had brought Inoadar down to have their odd, short talk with him.
On closer exam, he realized the swelling was not consistent, nor was it the only pertinent change to the normal physiology of the tongue. It was mostly only the edges that were affected this way. They were not only swollen, they were rigid. There was also a large spot in the back center with this same characteristic. The rest of the tongue was not unaffected either, but rather than swollen and rigid, it was unnaturally flaccid. it no longer had the feel of muscle tissue, it was more like fat.
He considered what effect that would have. It made sense. The edges being rigid prevented articulation, especially when combined with the swelling, which would reduce the available leeway for movement. Then, with the breakdown of muscle tissue, there would be insufficient strength for the owner to overcome the resistance of the swollen, rigid areas.
It would be like having your tongue swell up and turn to wood around the edges and turn to pudding in the middle. 'Yeah, that would definitely inhibit speech.' Inoadar mused to himself. So the trick was to see what was different about the two different parts of the same muscle to cause such radically different affects.