
"We anticipated the need, we have a few pairs of Mage Cuffs available."
He hands you a pair of elaborate shackles engraved with slightly glowing runes.
"They're good quality, but nothing totally blocks out magic. Keep an eye on him, even when he's got these on. We don't have an extra interrogation room, but there are a few meditation rooms you can use. Just... keep it quiet; the monks wouldn't be happy to know about using their rooms that way."

"Law enforcement got him, but we've got a lot of friends there. Nothing about you guys is going to get out, don't worry. No one we know about besides this guy is involved, and so far, we haven't gotten him to talk. He's a tough nut and he really doesn't seem to mind having been found out. We're beefing up security; discreetly, but believe me, we're on the alert. This guy is too cool not to have some kind of escape plan.
As far as who doesn't want us finding the emissary, well, the Sisters of course. This guy is probably a Catholic plant, or at least an operative hired by them."
She looks through the mirror at the man sitting in the room.
"You know what they say about roaches, though. If you see one, there's a thousand you don't see. I bet all the bigger temples have a mole or two sitting around just waiting for the opportunity to rat out teams like yours. Where are these bitches getting all this money?"