Stefan sits in a dank cell of the Trolls Bane jail has bag thrown into a corner, some of its contents sprawled out across the stone floor. His blood red robes hang loosely over his battered form, a few more tares then before from the fight he had just lost. His hood hangs over his face and his black hair droops heavily downwards as he stares blankly into the small space between his feet, his back hunched over as he rests his elbows on his knees. He blinks his eye lids over the dark spheres that give him sight as he once more brings his attention to his surroundings, a small cough passing his lips in a sudden burst as he reaches up to press a gloved hand against a wound on his shoulder.
Now focussed a little more he turns his attention to the foolish mistakes that lead him to such a low point. How what seemed like a simple obstacle to overcome at first turned out to be a dreadful mistake. How he lost the respect of those around him, their trust, all for what seemed like a pointless goal to him now. He moves with slow pained motion as he rises from the cell’s bed, uttering a few quite words to himself. “I was a fool.....and now, there’s only one thing I need to do...and that’s get the blood of that filthy goddess out of my soul! I’ll rend it free if I have to! I won’t have her control my destiny...I forge my own path...”
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Soft clumps of a wooden staff echo throughout the walls of the jail, affiliated with the sound of quiet hissing and the nearly inaudible sound of swooshing robes. Warm yellow reptile eyes look from left to right at the cells they pass. A runty and scaled figure abruptly halts at one. She had heard soft muttering emerging from the door of that cell. "Szzthh...," her hissing grows louder as she attempts to move closer. She clutches her staff with a rough scaled hand, standing on her clawed feet to get a better view through the bars of the cell door. She spots the seated man and she hisses even louder. Seeing that he does not notice her, she holds her staff up as her tail and tongue flick simultaneously. "Perhapssss the human one isss sssleeping..," she hisses softly to herself. Her staff carefully passes between the steel bars, poking the human roughly on the shoulder...
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He jumps a little at the rough prod of the staff, bringing his eyes up to meet the strange being before him. He says nothing at first but his lips soon part as a few rough words escape them. "What do you want, come to taunt me have you?" He pulls an almost forced smile as he takes in the features of the lizard with the dim light provided by the candle next to his bed. After a long pause he asks the question half jokingly. "You wouldn’t happen to be a priest would you? I could really use one of those right now...." He leans back on his bed, bringing the front of his hood up over his eyes. "If not...please just leave me be."
Ssizana backs her head away and returns her staff to her side, her yellow eyes seemingly perplexed at the man's rudeness. Returning to her normal position, she uses the staff once more to support her weight. She shakes her head slowly, hissing confused to herself. "Szzth! Zee human one isss crasssyy?" She questions with a tilt of her head. She pauses breifly but then continues, not awaiting an answer from him. "Ssizana isss in fact a "priessst". But zee human one should give her a reasssson to help him." She then hisses warmly.
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Stefan stays silent a moment before rising into a sitting position on the bed, turning his hooded head towards the lizard, shadows from the candle flame allowing glimpses of his thin face. "You want a reason..? Well i can give you silvers if that’s what you're after..." He scrunches the fabric at the back of the hood between his fingers, pulling it away as he turning to her fully, a dark seriousness surfacing. "Tell me, what do you know about removing demon blood from a mortal soul?"
"Szzth!, " She hisses bitterly as she hears his offer, resting now both her hands on the tip of the staff, one on top of the other. "Doesss the human one think that Ssizana is after zee worthlessss sssilversss?, " Ssizana shakes her head hissing sadly once more. "Ze human one should prove himsssself worthy for her help and isss not ssstarting out well." Her combs sink in clear disaproval. She flicks her tail, hitting the ground underneath her, producing a reverbration throughout the jail.
Stefan takes a small breath, running his fingers back through his long black hair. He speaks in a calmer tone, the words rolling softly from his lips."I uh...look I’m sorry. Perhaps we got off on the wrong foot? Err, talon?" He pulls a light frown at his attempt to break the ice of the conversation, assuming it would indeed fail with the task. His expression returns to that of a slightly darker mood. "I can see everything before me...my friend distancing themselves, love growing slightly colder. I’m losing those closest to me...shouldn’t that be reason enough to help?" Stefan's eyes drag themselves up around the room then back to the lizard, awaiting her response.
Ssizana's eyes look his face over. She hisses warmly, readying herself to move, "Sssseek her when he issss free." She turns her scaled body around and again the soft clumps of her staff, the hissing and the swoosh of her robes reverbrate through the jail. She returns to what she was previously doing, her yellow eyes studying the cells she passes.