[center][h1][color=1d5d90]Mezdon Hadirial[/color][/h1][/center]

In the depths of the Midgate Prison, while others screamed in pain or sobbed in their sorrow, one lone mage sat in his cell meditating. He could not cast any spells of course, but he could at least keep his connection to the mystical forces of the world and even retain his sanity. This was by no means an easy feat, however. He not only had to ignore the pains of hunger and thirst that ravaged him, but the previously mentioned screams and cries as well. Some would call this attempt to maintain his power futile but he persisted for one reason. Should the chance of freedom ever present itself, he would be ready. 

Day in and day out he did his best to drown out the sounds of agony around him, and while he was successful most days, today his concentration was broken by a cry from the cell across from his. A cry asking why “They could not hear any of her screams”. This break from routine was enough for him to do the same. Slowly he pushed himself to his feet and walked to the bars that confined him and called out.

[color=1d5d90]“There is no need to apologize, miss. This place is meant to wear one's mind down. The fact you’ve lasted so long is a testament to your own mental fortitude. But I must ask, whose screams can we not hear? In a place like this, I’m afraid screams are all we do hear.”[/color]

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