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Outside the prison Cyra looked at the building unhappily. She had never been convicted of a crime, well, never been caught for the few she had committed. Her captors led her inside, past work rooms with desks, then they came to stairs and began to descend. She couldn't tell how deep into the earth they went, not very. The only reassuring thing was how moist the air under the city was. She was led to a cell and then a guard shut the door after removing her cuffs. She rubbed at her wrists unhappily, it hadn't felt pleasant to have those cold metal things on her. She probably, admittedly, she could have sung her way out of there. But she was almost positive that Menos would win the crown and he would free her, plus she was sick of being on the run.

Some heavy steps accompanied by a sliding noise came from up the halls by Cyra's cell. Within moments, the noise ceased as a rather bulky and muscular Minotaur in an official uniform stood before the bars. Accompanying him was a guard, a naga armed with a trident and suited up halfway in guards gear. "Is this the one?", the warden asked in his deep grumbling voice.

The naga took out a scrap of beaten parchment and read from it to confirm, "Sssytheria Ssssirsss Alanissss."

The warden leered his head in to gaze through the bars at Cyra, before giving a brief grunt releasing a puff of mist from his bovine nose. "Bail set for three hundred thousand gold pieces."

"Sssssssir? isssn't that a bit... much?"

"Just a return for the efforts of law enforcement." He turned away from the bars to converse with his associate. "Who brought this one in?"

"A vigilante attempted to before being disssrupted by imperial guard."

"Of course..." He grunted, scratching his head. "I can't write an invoice without a name."

"I ssshall invessstigate."

After that exchange, the two parted ways. The warden trotted about inspecting the other nearby cells, as the naga guard slithered off through the halls.

Cyra stiffened as an invisible voice spoke near to her. She moved to the other side of her cell, pretending that she was inspecting every corner. Am I alone in here or was I placed with an invisible man?! She thought unhappily. Or what if he's not human at all? She rubbed at her temples as she tried to calculate that the minotaur and his companion were speaking of. "Three hundred thousand gold pieces?" She whispered. "That's an incredible amount. I can't expect anyone to pay that for me." She stopped at the farthest wall from the voice and slid to the ground, facing the empty, dark cell.

"EEP!" She cried when money came out of the air and only missed her face due to her ducking out of the way. "Come out!!!" She shouted. She wasn't insane, she knew she wasn't insane. And if she had wanted to be insane she would have chose to do so centuries ago!!! "I know you're there!"

Having taken a brief moment to watch Cyra in her holding cell, the Sheriff gave a brief snorting noise, "Hey! Keep it down in there!", he huffed as he leered in and tapped the bars with his horns. His nostrils flared a few times. He could definitely smell something, something else inside the cell but since he couldn't see it he focused on the prisoner. He gripped the bars as they were miniscule in his massive hands, and puffed again.

Katzinski looked at the guard, and a smile crossed his face. He walked up beside the bullish brute and touched the same bar he was grabbing. The metal where the guard was holding turned red hot and began to sear the guard's hands. Kat quickly backed off and hid around the corner.

Katzinski crept down the hall, hiding behind a corner much further away. He silently cursed himself, lacking his brother's ability to remove a sense of smell. For now, he used his control of air to gently persuade scents not to travel to the guard. Being unable to see smells, he had no way of knowing whether he was solving the problem or not.