[color=598527][u][center][h2]Gail // Royal Complex Dungeons // Mildew and Jail Cells[/h2][/center][/u][/color]


Gail sighed as he lay on the dungeon floor, looking up at the ceiling. How the hell had this happened? 4 years of being the supplier in his neck of the woods, not once was there ever a problem like this. It had become routine, normal, just a side gig he did to keep the money flowing for his real passion. But now the guard suddenly cared? Enough for him to be in the [i]Royal Dungeons.[/i] Gods, there was no way this was going to end well, and he just had to drag Y'vanna around into it. He grunted as he sat up, and had a look around the cell, pointedly avoiding looking at Y'Vanna for a moment, mostly out of shame for getting her into this situation. But then, he supposed, they were shackled at the leg, so they'd have to look at each other eventually. The dungeon was, well, dungeon-ey. dark, full of mildew and mold, wet, the silence only really disturbed by the clanking of the leg shackle and the occasional noises from the floor above. The only real thing of interest outside of his cellmate was the man the next cell down, sitting there, somehow... lit? by something?

Gail mentally shrugged. He could do weird shit to. speaking of, actually... he realized as he turned to Y'Vanna that he could probably be of some assistance on that route. "I... uh...... Sorry for this," he awkwardly choked out. clearing his throat, he continued. "I got us into this shithole, but I can probably at least help with your head." 

Gail had, in fact, no idea how good of an idea it was to try and heal the cut. But, it was still bleeding, and it's not like he really needed his consciousness if he did end up failing, so what the hell? "Hold still, and be ready to catch me if I pass out." he said as he carefully brought his hand up to the wound, willing the magic into his fingers. as he brought them slowly across her forehead, blood staining them as he did so. Moving left to right, the gash began to scab over; ugly, crusty, and perhaps likely to leave a scar, but nonetheless, heal it he did. The world was spinning hard now, and he was beginning to feel nauseous. Gail gingerly lay down on the damp floor, somewhat aware of the water dampening his clothes even more, but not really being bothered by it, focused as he was on not puking as he closed his eyes, bringing his hands over them to block out the dim light. [i]That went surprisingly well[/i] he thought, as his mind moved on to wondering where this was leading the two of them. 

And come to think of it, wasn't it a tad odd that the guards put the two of them together? Especially since they were caught in the same spot? [i]I guess that guard captain really did believe me...[/i]