[h3]  Guillan- Royal Complex Dungeons, Early Morning[/h3]
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       She could hardly believe what had just happened.  She had not known Gail to possess magic.  Sure, she knew he dabbled in healing salves and ointments, potions and the like, but she thought it was little more than a hobby. Never would she have guessed him to be capable of such a remarkable feat. Not that she would have in the first place.  I mean he was only a dealer to her.. at least that what she told herself in her head. However, as far as friends go, he was about the closest thing she had to one here in Guillan, or anywhere for that matter. The only other person she knew better was the wretched old sow of the tented pub she had grown so accustomed to, and she was hardly a friend. She pulled a hand up to feel the wound in disbelief.  Her fingers brushed over the scab which flaked when she did, jarring most of it loose.  The pain had all but subdued as well. [i]Remarkable[/i], she thought to herself. 

       [color=f7941d][b]"How in the Nines di-"[/b][/color] she started speaking but cut herself short at the sight of a now peakish looking Gail, who now took refuge on the floor.

       Y'Vanna knew very little about magic, but she had heard that such feats were very taxing on the wielder. She plopped herself down beside of him, pulling his clothes from a puddle that he seemingly cared little about as he neglected to acknowledge its place underneath him.  She did her best to drag him free from it, though the entire flooring and even the walls were damp and glistening. Still yet, the dungeon had it's ups.  It was far cooler than the streets above, but the air was stale and hardly worth breathing.  She tilted her head up, catching a glimpse of a peculiar fellow next to them..  an odd one indeed. He was pacing about and clapping, making diagrams or something on the dungeon floor.. The whole thing reminded her of a tropical bird, dancing to entice it's partner.  She had seen this many times in Avondyllac, and it made her chuckle slightly.  
      She did her best not to stare at him, even though the whole thing was quite entertaining.  She would've all but forgotten she was behind the irons had she watched him any longer.  Her attention then shifted to the bloke across from her, and the small one next to him.  The two made quite the pair, and the contrast between their sizes was almost laughable. The rather large fellow looked very unapproachable, and would surely be able to crush a lesser man's skull with some ease.  She could only speculate what he had done to be here, in this predicament that they all now shared.  It mattered little what he did.. they were all in the same boat regardless.  The smaller one was an odd one too, giving a friendly wave in such an odd circumstance, she thought.  Catching droplets on her forehead, and tinkering with some sort of shank, at least that's what it looked like in the dimly lit corridor.  
      Her thoughts shifted back to a happier time, before the pub, before Guillan.. before the dust, and before her father's death.  She could almost feel the cool breeze coming off the shoreline back home, and if she tried really hard, she could hear his voice.. [color=f7941d][i]"Father.."[/i][/color]  she whispered softly. 
 
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      Her dreaming was cut short as two guards approached from down the stairwell.  A waft of a food smell permeated the air, and it wasn't the pleasant kind either.  It had been days since she had eaten anything proper, save for the small morcel of the sweetloaf she had gotten for Gail.. The poor fellow hadn't even had the chance to eat a single bite of it either, she recalled.  The two guards were carrying on about something, but it was unclear what, the clanking of the ladle and bucket, chainmail rustling, and an awful echo reverberated over every word, making most of it inaudible. The pair rounded the corner and were now in her line of sight, a surly and rugged pair they were.  Greasy looking, and definitely ill kempt.  These guards were not of the same caliber as those who roamed the streets and markets above.  This was indeed certain.

      [color=f7941d]"Alright you dogs, lap it up then.."[/color] said the one with the bucket. [color=f7941d]"Seems the King has special plans for you lot.. eat up.  Don't want you to be perish'n before he has his moment with yous." 
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      The other guard was right on his heels with an armful of shallow bowls, nestled tightly between his arm and his armpit.  The sight was almost enough to make Y'Vanna gag. They were a grotesque pair, and she had a hard time determining whether the stench was coming from them or the bucket.  Either way, she was nauseous, so she guessed that it made little difference at this point. The guard held out a bowl and the other tossed a dollop of porridge into it, making a [i]fwapp[/i] sound.  It was an oatmeal looking substance, steaming and thick, it seemed as though it didn't want to let go of the ladle either. The guards both laughed as they tossed the bowls under the bars to each of them.  The bowls made quite a racket as they slid across the cold stones. 

      [i]It was definitely the porridge..[/i]