The spear wasn't talking.  He was sure now...was he?  Yes.  Maybe.  Pull it together. It feels wrong...but it's reality.  Dalious sat at the beginning of these stairs and rested in thought.  He brought himself back to reality then... some characters were atop the stairs in the light.  A soft voice spoke his name, her face disguised by the darkness and the light.  

The pirate squinted up at her, he just stared until her face came clearer and clearer.  It was Gwyn, and if Cicero hadn't told him earlier that she was here he might've mistaken her for an angel.  Not that he believed in such a thing anyway. 

[color=steelblue]"Gwyn!!!  Seventeen hells it's good to see a pretty face amongst the muck I've been left in for the past while!  I mean, these bastards don't even have mirrors here.  How am I to look presentable in such times?"[/color] he shouted, some of his tone sounded as if he were in agony.  [color=steelblue] "Listen love, there's a few things we need to discuss quickly...most importantly you look great.  Have you changed your hair?  My gods you've been blessed.  Are you single still or...oh gods is...he...a thing??  Hymmn.  Fuck, damns it this is not the time for small talk Gwyn.  My gods I need you to focus.  So, I just escaped those bastards but Cicero was with me, I think he died.  Anyway, my foot landed on a spike and I'm literally dying right now, do you still do that thing you do with magic healing??  If not, I'm going to die.  And if I do, please tell your children about me.  With Cicero...your Cicero children..maybe name a few after me.  Maybe.."[/color]

He laughed, but the pain he was in cut it short.  It was then he realized that there was another.  He squinted a few moments until he realized Gwyn was actually being held captive by a guard.  Dalious gripped the spear tightly and pointed it forward. 

[color=steelblue]"You!![/color]he shouted at the other.  [color=steelblue]"You shall not pass![/color]. He tried to look tough enough but his pain was evident, and all he could do was point his weapon forward as menacingly as he had the stamina in him to project.  

...how he hadn't noticed the guard before...he was slipping.  He was...dying, he thought.  Everything felt surreal...