Undated_Abyss My oh my! You see, I am one that people call a Blacksmith, a blacksmith takes the metal and molds it as he wishes, but first...
The man then presses down on a hidden button, one that was barely noticeable and composed part of the table's surface, suddenly, the table collapsed onto its arc legs, that then descended into the floor.
Well FIRST the metal has to suffer, physical harm is the motor of its change, but worry not...
The Blacksmith has now moved away from where he was to their side, however, they seem completely unable to move, its like they were integrated within the chair.
Your kind of suffering will be much greater, my children.
He then exits the room, leaving them completely alone.