Morrigan looks up as the door creaks open. She remains crouched by the far wall, practically curled into a ball.
Lanisen enters, accompanied by a handful of guards and a knight, all armed. For his part, he has his arms full with a tall stack of warm-looking (though rather worn) blankets. His face is fairly pale, and he glances around the room before his eyes settle on Morrigan. “Hey, Shenzi,” he says quietly.
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Lanisen is sleeping sitting up on his cot, leaning against the wall in a somewhat-uncomfortable looking position. He doesn’t look particularly fast asleep, as his face has that tense, squinched sort of look that comes from trying to get to sleep through sheer force of will.
Tyren enters as usual after a word with a guard, and the noise of the cell door opening probably doesn’t help with the trying-to-sleep-ness.
Lanisen, sure enough, opens his eyes and regards the source of the noise balefully.
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Loc sits, careful to remain still. His hands and legs are bound.
Dar enters the cell, nodding to the guards and ensuring that their orders have been carried out. He pulls his sword from his scabbard, the noise echoing in the chamber.
Loc pales visibly.
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Loc gazes at the ceiling thoughtfully.
Lanisen is sitting cross-legged on the floor, spinning a coin like a top. Over… and over… and over… and over…
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Lanisen is sitting on the floor with his back to the wall, his hands cupped around his neck, watching the light from the window flare and ebb as clouds roll by outside.
Loc lays on his back staring at the ceiling. He finally breaks the monotony. “Place gives you a lot a time to think huh.”
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Colin is sitting in his corner.
Lanisen looks rather glum and distant, as seems to be growing to be the norm for him, and avoids looking at Colin.
Loc sits huddled by the fire. Suddenly he stands and goes to the window.
Loc announces grimly, “Horses. Small company going in town… purple and gold livery….” He swallows hard. “They’re here.”
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