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9:30 AM; the next day
Despite not liking planet Markus was beginning to get used to Zakuul and it was starting to become his second home. He was quietly considering build some sort of headquarters for the Unchained as he pushed a hover-dolly loaded with a rather large torture device towards Arysolyn's cabin. Normally he didn't supply custom gear for his clients but anyone even remotely related to Apophe warranted a special exception to his rule. Markus parked the dolly outside of the cabin and walked up to the door, giving it a few hard knocks before shouting, "Arysolyn open up! I've got that cradle hing you requested!" Loud enough to be heard from inside the building.