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The dungeon retained the odd aesthetics they had seen in the rooms and halls below, the staircase leading to them also had the gilded gleam of precious metals and stones etched into it. When the shimmering door finally came into view and they halted at it with their elven captors giving elegant commands into what looked like a metal bell Drachfire started to come to, groggily mumbling only to be struck forcefully in the back of the neck. A blow which rendered his body from the point downwards numb and useless.

“Separate them, The human we will put with the rat and the dragon is to be placed in the box.” The Elf closest to Mare ordered ; causing the group to split as Drachfire was hauled further up the stairs. His grin was unnerving and chill inducing as he looked his prisoner over like a child does to an insect wondering if it want’s to pull the insects wings off first or some of its legs. Luckily the door they were standing in front of slid back into the wall and Mare was shoved roughly through the opening with all of his limbs intact.

“Hey Rat I brought you a playmate, try not to use him up all at once.” The Elf said as the door slid back into place and locked firmly behind Mare who turned to see his captor’s face still grinning through the small window in the door’s center. The room itself was spacious for a cell with narrow slits running down three of the walls, a padded floor and practically no lighting except for the slivers of sunlight filtering through the wall slits. Given that his guard had addressed something or some one else upon shoving him in the darkness seemed almost a cover for what was possibly either another prisoner or perhaps an interrogator. Mare was prepared for both.

“You could have brought me someone Prettier to look at.” A voice chided from a distant corner, its tone distinctly feminine as it griped to the now empty passageway outside, the elf escort having already left. The rustling of fabric was the only other indication he wasn’t alone.

"You might want to sit first," Was all she initially said, her own weapons still strapped to her sides and back along with an assortment of scrolls laying in her lap over which she had been reading before the interruption of a new arrival. As if on cue the tower which housed their cell slowly tipped to the side, tilting to a near forty five degree angle before slowly moving back to its upright position and then onward to tilt the opposite way. It was a gentle sway at first, almost like the rocking of a ship on calm ocean waves but having been in this cell for a week or so already Sicadah knew better, that calm sway would be a pendulum's lurching swing in little less than an hour. She hoped he wouldn't get violently sick, least he make a mess of her scrolls.

"Do I look like a drow to you?" She finally added with a skeptical tone, noting his odd appearance. it had been a long time since she had seen any humans in kolmalas. As if to make her point about not being a drow she picked up a scroll that had rolled away from her when the room began to tilt with her snaking tail and nestled it back among the others.

"I'd ask what you're in for but given the attitude I'm going to assume you pissed off Lorien. Which only makes me wonder why you still have your head rather than what you did to earn a stay in the dungeons." she commented casually, letting her position and posture keep her pressed firmly in the corner as the room began to speed up its swaying to and fro.

"Suit yourself," She shrugged keeping her multi-tattooed face pointed downwards as she traced something on the page with her finger. "You are either not from around here or stupid. First you ask if I'm a drow and then you ask such a silly question. No he didn't give it to me, I didn't get the pleasure of meeting him face to face this time around, and last time he wasn't particularly talkative. " she laid aside one piece of parchment in favor of a new one before continuing. "If you feel like vomiting please try to make it to one of the windows before doing so, I'll be rather cross with you if you get any on me."

"Given your attire, and question I've concluded you aren't from around here and thus must ask you several questions all within..." she turned to a near by slit and pressed her eye to it so she could check the sun's position. "The next hour or so. Feel free to not answer of course."

"Waste? Suppose I deserve that for calling you ugly earlier... Anyway, I'm going to ask whether you answer or not. But keep in mind I have no reason to answer your question either. First is your companion actually a dragon or did they do that whole obnoxious nickname thing again? second how comfortable are you with dealing with the drow?" She began rolling all of her scrolls up and tucking them away into a large bag she had slung over her shoulder.

"If you're asking if they patrol the stairway up here? No they don't need to, it's got an alarm system on it as does most of the well everything really. I do hope you're not foolish enough to think of busting out of here. We're rather high up for that and besides the walls are reflective; as in any damage you do to them you just inadvertently send back to yourself." She explained, her tone never leaving that casual air, as if they were discussing weather patterns and not their prison cell.

Sicadah gave him a tilted expression with one eyebrow piqued. "Didn't I just tell you it was pointless to do that?" She chided before fishing around in her pocket for a piece of polished metal. She held it to the window slit and tilted it back and forth, bouncing sunlight off of its surface in timed intervals. The swinging of the room made finding the right spot difficult but practice made perfect. With that done she gave him another look.

"You know you look kind of pathetic laying like that. What did you do to the wall anyway? Can't say I've seen magic like that before, though it looked kind of sickening I must say. It certainly did a number on you as well. hmm."

"No I'm generally more talkative but your personality is so damn prickly." She was surprised that he had managed to stand, having seen others blown apart from interfering with the walls. "You haven't given me a single reason to help you stand let alone help you escape from here, But I'm a generous sort." She stood using the wall behind her as leverage. "You answer my first question about your friend and I'll tell you how to get out of here." She was checking all of her equipment one last time while she answered.

"If I thought that was the actually reason behind your obnoxiousness you mean? I'm not buying it though, your demeanor isn't like that just because you're stuck in here with me." She shook her head; a ray of sunlight falling over her horns as they moved back and forth. "Drachfire hmm? That's enough of an answer so I don't really need you to trust me I guess." once more she held the polished metal to the window, this time longer than before.

"Anyway, you're blocking the way so if you would be so kind as to come sit over here please while I remap our route? I'd be most appreciative." she pointed with her tail to the corner across from her.

she gestured this time to the corner with her thumb as he seemed to have missed her instructions the first time around. Typical that the elves would bring her what was likely their most obnoxious prisoner to deal with, it was like they knew she didn't have time for 'surprises.'

"Come sit down over here and I will explain." She emphasized once more as her patience with him began to slip.