Kytin nodded, and the very first thing he did was step forward. Immediately, a wall appeared ahead, with around fifteen sets of shackles on the wall. To the right and left and behind them, walls also enclosed them. While the walls didn't have any torture implements or even tools, they had things like cages, cells, and one had a doorway that led to more darkness, in case Kytin wanted to expand it later. The one device the room did have was a massive table set up on hinges so that it could go from horizontal to verticle.
"Let me set these peasants in a cell," Kytin said, and he stepped past her and arranged the unconscious peasants in the cells, spreading them out as evenly as possible. To start, he picked out one of the stronger looking men and pinned him to the table with magic, making it vertical so Sonneillon would be able to see the changes easier. The man seemed to be coming to, but not yet really conscious.
Kytin remained in the same form, apparently comfortable with its shape.
"Before we get to the major decisions, would you like any cosmetic changes?"