How could he have noticed she wasn't the real person when she had played her parts so well?!
"I… I—" she fumbled, struggling for words, for a name that fit the woman, but none came to mind. Instead, she dramatically clutched her head with both hands and groaned in pain. "Oh dear, my head hurts so badly, I—"
"It will hurt even more if I bang it against the wall behind you. Maybe that will refresh your memory on how you got into that body. Or I could cut your head open to see for myself. Rav, get me a knife," Rohan ordered, straightening as he spoke. "It seems I need to force the words out of you one way or another. By the time I am done with you, you will tell me where my wife is."
Rav did as he was told. Though hesitant, he left the room and shortly returned with a glimmering blade in hand. He held it out reluctantly, and Rohan snatched it without hesitation.
