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A talkative lot they had become as each voice echoed off the dark, damp stone walls, each syllable pushing the next one along the stale air, reaching the ears of the Goliath who stood merely a fingers-length from the iron bars of the cell door. The silhouetted prisoners voice was much lower than the other two, but aside from that, nothing more could be derived from her vantage point. It was a matter of relying on sound until the situation changed.

Her lips parted as though to say something,  but then hesitated for a moment. While open to sharing her name with the others as they have done so willing, Vah'lux did not know them even in the least bit. How did she know that her whole predicament was not a ruse, in order for the Goliath to lower her guard. To reveal anything that could put her at a disadvantage amongst potential enemies. 

However, she smirked to herself, shaking her head side-to-side slightly at the ridiculous paranoia which had invaded her mind since her captivity amongst the Orcs. Their brutality and own brand of "hospitality" had left a scar deep within her soul that caused trust to become a tough sell. But this was not the place. She was no longer plagued by the scourge of Thraduum. Countless miles were between that wretched place and their once gladiatorial champion. 

"Vah'lux" She finally said in a low, husky voice common; her native accent interlaced into each syllable breathed.