Harmony considered speaking up when the guards made their short round, but it was obvious these were the kind of bored and slightly evil men that [i]wanted [/i] to be messed with. And since she hated being locked up, it was best to bide her time. Still, one of the guards caught the part of her condescending anger in her look that she could not hide, and threw the bowl instead of putting it down as a show of dominance, half of it spilling on the floor of her cell in front of the bar it collided with. she looked at the strange discolored stuff, and suddenly [i]knew[/i] what it was made of. Cursing her unnatural sense of danger, she quickly spit through the bars to fight off the inrush of nausea. At least this will be over soon - she was certain the audience with the king was her parents' doing (or at least influence). It was strange of them to get involved, but maybe she'd crossed some kind of invisible line by getting caught. Diplomats - go figure.

Apparently busy staring at the bowl, the short woman was roused from her thoughts by the words of the giant in the adjacent cell. He was a surprisingly smooth talker, except that last bit which completely threw her off. What was he doing? Did he know the man across the hall? Joining with him seemed like a good bet, but would it mean she'd have to fight this [i]wizard[/i] as well?

She walked towards their common wall and put a hand on the bars. The sensation was similar to having her hand bitten off by rabid dogs, but she just shook it off. "Hey." Her voice was soft. The man's outcry was a mixture of rage and desperation, and it was the second part she could not understand. "Hey, do you knou dat man? Vat is he doing and hau do ve stop him?"

Her foot braced against the bar she was holding, as she trusted her size and strangely sharp instincts to allow her to roll away from the barrier if the giant tries to grab her through the bars.