The heavy clanking of metal boots made it clear to the adventurers that someone was approaching the cell they had taken into use. A moment of listening later it became evident that it was not just someone, but a group of people. The footfalls were way too frequent to belong to a single man, even one as short as Escobert. And soon enough from beyond the corner marched Sergeant Longwater, flanked by four guardsmen who in turn were followed by more heavily armed men protecting a single figure. Governor Nighthill himself graced the catacombs with his presence.

"[color=lightgray]A simple second, milord[/color]", Longwater requested of him and approached the adventurers as the other people in tow slowed down. "[color=lightgray]Have you begun yet?[/color]" he asked, but as he peeked into the room he received his answer without anyone saying a word. He pulled his head back and took a puzzled look at the adventurers, the glimpsed back into the room, especially at the floating ball of water, and then back at the people again. His expression said it all: 'What the hell?'

He was relatively quick to collect himself however and gestured at the rest of the people to follow. "[color=lightgray]It is a small room, probably only I and the Governor can make it in with all that's going on[/color]", he instructed the other guards before he marched in. He laid a single venomous glance at the still blindfolded raider, but walked to Torus and whispered into the Druid's ear: "[color=lightgray]We are not common bandits. We do not start interrogations with torture, alright? Put that away.[/color]" With that said, he removed his gauntleted hand from his shoulder and sprang to attention as the Governor walked into the room.

Nighthill nodded mutely, both signalling the adventurers to go on with their business as well as relaying the unspoken 'at ease' command to his sergeant. Longwater held a firm grip on the handle of his blade, standing slightly off to the side of the Governor so that he could see and hear unobstructed, but so that the guard himself was ready to lash out if any threat arose. But as things were, there would probably be nothing to worry about.

All the while this was going on, the prisoner shook her head under the steady dripping water, awakening from her unconscious state, only to find out she couldn't move. "Well, shit", she muttered accompanied by the clinking of the chains the priestess had affixed. As she settled down, she could hear a female voice talking to her. The voice demanded to know who had sent the attack here, why Greenest of all places... and indeed the most pressing question of them all: Why?

The chained woman shook her head again, trying to get the makeshift blindfold off her eyes, but did not have much luck with the motion. "Another chance you say? Being captured does not usually mean such things now, does it? But I know not how much I could ever use it. The Cult of the Dragon will not look kindly upon those who leave... and I have no intention of doing so. We are too close. The great hoard that will usher the reign of the Queen of Dragons is almost complete. Greenest was but one more place for us to gather treasure." Having spoken those words, she closed her mouth, ignoring the question about her leader. But after all, the people of Greenest knew more than they had known before.

[@The Harbinger of Ferocity][@Ryonara][@Gordian Nought][@Norschtalen][@Lucius Cypher]