"Well then Princess Cyan," Edoric stretched as he traced a finger around some words that had been carved into the side of the wall, "What are you in here for? Murder? Arson? Jaywalking?"

Edoric stood up and bowed, "Excuse my rudeness, I almost forgot to introduce myself. My name is Edoric, you might have heard of my family, the Libris. We've managed to get ourself in all sorts of things over the years."

Standing against the wall, he pulled out one of the metal pieces of cutlery he managed to keep and ran the back of it against the wall, trying to carve out his own message amongst the dozen of other images, messages and scribbles that lined the cell, not all his of course. There must have been hundreds who have been in this cell before. Countless hours stuck, moaning about a hope of escape, a shred of freedom, the light of innocence. Edoric scuffed at those notions, there was no such thing as innocence, everyone has a sin and it was the Libris family's job to exploit it.