[center][color=c4df9b][u]Dareen Kahina[/u][/color][/center] 
[center][i]within the eyrie[/i][/center]

	Dareen had startled a little bit when Gennar and Mikhail entered the room, having gotten absorbed in her drawings. Quickly she tucked the charcoal utensil back into the book's spine and vanished it back into the little pocket of non-existance from which it came. Dareen responded to Gennar's stern look with an apologetic compression of her lips and raising of her eyebrows. But her gaze quickly shifted to the two unconscious survivors that were being carried into the house with them. Prisoners? Perhaps an interrogation or mind-search was under way. Faeril, however, was unconscious. How did the golden-eyed eyrien intend for the resting Black Widow to pry into the thoughts of these two people?

	Curious, Dareen stood to her feet and pushed herself away from the wall quietly, following the two men inside. Dareen grimaced sympathetically as Gennar revealed his true intentions. [color=c4df9b]"A torture dungeon. No home is complete without one." [/color] Dareen quietly remarked facetiously. 

	Warily, she eyed the prisoners. Most likely those two's day was about to get even worse. If Gennar or Mikhail asked, she would do what she could to help. Generally, only the weak willed gave into traditional torture. Though it did depend on the victim's motivation. Mercenaries and selfish people will break faster, perhaps even before the torturing starts, if they see no reason for them to suffer on someone else's behalf. True believers, on the other hand, whether they be fighting for a cause, their family, or friends, will rarely ever break. Usually they become spiteful and resilient. Dareen knew this because she had seen it first hand. Participated in it. Someone like the brothers would suffer infinite traumas before giving up someone like Faeril. Fortunately, Dareen hazarded a guess that these two thugs didn't feel that way about anyone. Perhaps they may be too afraid of their leaders to buckle, though, dreading that if they are captured by those who sent them here they would suffer an even worse fate. Guess they'd just have to find out.

	When Gennar asked for help, Dareen thought she may as well make herself useful. An extra set of hands would make the work quicker. These books were old- very old. They smelled like it, and read like it too. A decent portion of the material was written in Eyrien, a language she recognized but couldn't speak or read. However some of it was in Common, and she did catch glimpses of the content within. One book was open and her eyes scanned over the dusty words. Inside were descriptions of horrific spells that could rip a witch's magic away and leave her to suffer in madness. Or spells to help mend a broken mind. [color=c4df9b]"Yeesh," [/color]she commented, placing the book in the trunk with the others.  Most of what she could read was more mundane, like cookbooks and recipes. A few journals going by the titles. Some of these tomes were so old and so beaten up that Dareen wondered what the point of keeping them was at all. Though it was none of her business, so she kneeled down to a nearby pile and began sifting through it once again. Finishing up quickly was important, but she did have to be careful around these old books. Some of them could fall apart if she looked at them wrong. She wondered if any of the mind-destroying technique would be used on the two men. Briefly, she reflected on the fact that they very well could have been used on her if Faeril wasn't a merciful person. Unfortunately for these two, they showed up on Faeril's door step to kill her, while Dareen was brought here by coincidence. Perhaps they weren't privy to the same mercy that she was.