Dahlia put her scroll down and grinned. Her victim would stay out for at least twenty minutes, probably longer. Meanwhile, with some difficulty she arranged and bound him on the altar. This was more because it was a convenient large table than for any other reason, but she was amused by the way he looked like a sacrifice.
Dahlia drew a sigil on the floor, hoping to call a demon through the man's pain. That could take days, but she had time.
She lifted a ceremonial dagger and pushed up the man's sleeve, drawing the blade down from elbow to wrist but being careful not to sever any arteries. Then, after a moments thought, she put salt over it. The old expression was true; that was going to hurt.
Seeing something odd in the man's ear, Dahlia narrowed her eyes. It was some device she was not familiar with, something they certainly hadn't had in her time. It was probably some kind of miniature radio. She took it off his ear and placed it on a shelf, just in case.
[OOC: I had the impression it was OK for her to take it off now; if I'm wrong I can change it! Thanks.]