Shackles [Liree]
magesgonewild
Noise was heard from the ground floor. Someone was shouting. A thud against the wall, and a minute after, the door was pushed open. Three people entered. Two in the service of the Inquisition, and an elf. She looked like she was stripped of weapons and armour in a haste, her clothes were a messy fit on her.
“I know the drill. Eyes front.” She mocked as she walked down the stairs. Her wrists were shackled and two soldiers were standing on either side of her, holding her by the arms.
Of course she did. That was how the deal worked. Spending the day in the field, the night in the cell. Serving to stay alive, the Herald wouldn’t have it any other way. Asshole.
The dungeon was as homely as ever, so humid you could smell it, and clearly the last place anyone would plan on sweeping with a broom. The light was dim, only a torch on a wall, another several steps away, too far to illuminate that specific area.
One of the soldiers reached to open the door of her cell. The other was quick to shove her in, so harshly she almost hit the wall. She turned around immediately and growled when he closed the door to her face.
“What’s that?” He asked and sniggered. “You’re goin’ to bite me or somethin’?”
“It’s in my list.” She sneered. They just laughed and headed off. Clearly pissed, she kicked on the bars and then dropped with a thud on the bench, muttering curses in Elvhen. It took her a while to notice that she wasn’t alone. The cell next to her was occupied. She turned and looked at the woman. A shem, like them, but clearly not one of them. She was even more tightly bound than her. She furrowed her brows and observed her for as long as she deemed acceptable before looking suspicious, then looked away. Whatever she was in for was none of her business.