Into the Lion’s Den
Regina was many things, but a fool was not one of them. If she was going to survive (Well, survive wasn’t the right word for it, seeing as she was already dead) hell, she needed to learn the lay of the land. The dangerous places. Who might make a good, tentative (and yes, tentative really was the keyword, in this case) ally in case of trouble worse than the fact that she was condemned to living...Here. Presumably for eternity.
So, for now, at least, she would stay in this area. This place called...Limbo. Completely dead and devoid of life, but not the fiery torment that she had expected the moment she had entered hell. As reckless as she had been in life, she would try to temper it with caution, though that was far from her strong suit.
One area, in particular, had caught her interest. The docks, where goods and gossip were bartered from in between the various circles of hell. The perfect place for her to gather information. So, she walked along the streets, trying to remain inconspicuous (for once, not that hard. She was just one sinner among many. Nothing special.)
There was a conversation happening that looked mildly interesting, and she could tell that she was not the only one interested. There was someone else, standing a few feet away and trying to look preoccupied, but she caught the way he stayed within hearing range of the conversation. Interesting. So, deciding she might as well get caught up to speed, she sidled up to him and said “care to give me a bit of background on what’s going on” she said, keeping her words vague, but angling her body slightly and glancing at the conversation, trusting him to get the picture.
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