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	[u]Weather[/u]: Oh, come on. We're all indoors, and stuff is just now getting juicy, yes? Well, the problem is that weather continues to weather, whether or not you have to weather it. So let's keep this simple. It's cold outside. The sun is absent as much as it is present. It isn't snowing, but there's a lot of the white stuff on the ground. The wind is a bother, but that only is a difficulty for folks who are out in it.  

   	[u]Time[/u]: Early afternoon. It's past the normal hours for lunchtime now; setting one's clock by meals for the region puts the next one at Tea, though we're still a ways off from that.

	[u]Ambience[/u]: Let's stick to the immediate surroundings for the time being. For everyone involved, that's the cellar and the secret room. 

	The cellar is a chilly but temperature-stale place place, unlike the freezing and choppy weather outside. Underground consistency is the theme down here, which is good considering the mostly full stockpiles of edible goods, dry goods, and barrels of wine. The tool shelf now stands open, revealing a little dust and a lot of darkness, or rather it would have were it not for the sudden illumination put forth by the application of some quick and simple magic. The door set into the stonework is a solid bulwark of strong wood and metal bolstering, allowing no light to come through - not even the keyhole, which appears to be covered from within the lock itself.    
  
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	Lizbeth took a second or two, staring at Baronfjord as he mentioned [i]what happened last time[/i], for a moment completely baffled as to what he was talking about. This passes rather quickly as she remembered the more obvious changes inflicted upon the group, mostly all benign in nature. It even almost brought out a smile, which she pressed quietly into a mere upturn of one corner or her mouth. Whatever this was, it probably wasn't going to be so bad. At least, she hoped so.

	The thought of Victoria casting anything that had the word "shatter" in it gave Lizbeth a look of anxiety. Yes, she said that she wanted it open. But no, not if it meant blasting the area into shards of raw stone, if indeed that was the purpose of the spell. There had to be some other recourse. Furthermore, the continued mention of Urmdrus was offputting. [color=darkgray]"I think if Master Urmdrus had anything to do with this, he might have told us at the beginning. I couldn't imagine why her wouldn't."[/color] Her voice became flat, almost monotone, as she spoke. 

	All of that changed as Daxos set himself to the task. What amounted to a failure against a well constructed lock turned into a masterful circumvention. While Lizbeth did not like the idea of the stonework being damaged, she had to admit to herself that this was efficient and relatively tidy in its execution. When all of the pieces lay neatly aside or on the ground, the young lady's eyes suddenly became beholden to what lay beyond, as did anyone else within seeing distance and proper angle to view. 

	They were in. 

	Beyond the doorway an open room, from their vantage point a strange mix of crafted stone and colored light. Upon the floor was engraved what might only be described as a magic circle, shedding a very localized red glow. Runes lined the circumference of this arcane image, and the center was dominated with a single series of lines which made an obscure shape. Maybe it was a rune, maybe a series of runes atop each other, maybe some other option steeped in eldritch meaning. Beyond this, from the vantage of anyone directly in front of the doorway, were stone walls, the far one featuring a freestanding shelf which contained various odd sundries and a few books. To the immediate left one could see a stack of crates, and the right showed what appeared to be a table with some sort of crude leather and metal restraints, placed optimally for wrists and ankles. 

	Were one to venture into the room, they would see three simple holding cells, and to the right of the door, what appeared to be a desk with materials upon it. But there was no time to give any sort of dedicated look around, as mere seconds after the door and frame pieces were removed, a rush of arcane energy washes over the rooms, passing through the individuals present with a rush of potentially transformative power. 

	[color=darkgray]"What in the Hells was that?"[/color] [i]THOUGHT LIZBETH.[/i] [color=darkgray]"Did I do this? I don't think I did this."[/color] [i]IT WAS VERY CONFUSING TO THE GIRL, AND SHE TOOK A TENTATIVE STEP FORWARD, MOSTLY IN INSTINCTIVE WONDER. HER WONDER SHIFTED TO THE NOW PAINFULLY OBVIOUS AS SHE HEARD HER INNERMOST THOUGHTS AND EVERY ACTION SHOUTED IN REAL-TIME NARRATIVE BY AN UNFAMILIAR MALE VOICE.[/i] [color=darkgray]"Is that me? No, It couldn't be me. I can't do... what if I think of..?"[/color] [i]LIZBETH'S EMOTIONS RAGED INTO EMBARRASSMENT AS SHE TRIED NOT TO THINK OF THINGS SHE WAS ALWAYS TOLD WAS UNWOMANLY, WHICH SHE COULD NOT HELP AS A CURSE OF HER COMING-OF-AGE AND UNSURETY OF HER OWN BLOSSOMING SELF-IDENTITY. SHE FORCED BACK THE MORE - [/i] [color=darkgray]"Oh I'm a gummy bear! Yes, I'm gummy bear! Oh, I'm a yummy tummy funny lucky gummy bear! Oh, yeah! (Gummy gummy gummy gummy gummy bear...)"[/color] [i]LIZBETH SANG INTERNALLY, HOPING TO OCCUPY WHATEVER THIS PHENOMENON WAS UNTIL IT PASSED, IF IT EVER DID.[/i]

	
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