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A crystal blue tail swings from side to side lazily as a pair of slitted, pinkish red eyes scan the gloom listlessly. A hookish hand finding it's way to rest upon a damp snout.

At first it was fun messing with those guards. And it did get me a bed to sleep in. But for mercy's sake this sure became less amusing now that I'm by myself. She thinks to herself, the weight of the situation finally landing on her.

Her gnarled maw snapping open and shut as a slimey tounge slurps along the craggy edges, thick strands of spittle running loose

Least they could have done was leave me something to eat...or even some wine. Damn cheapscates

Scuffing a heel along the dirt floor of the cell with a sigh she tastes the air with a flitting of her yellow tounge, a scent caught as it approaches

A tall elf dressed in a red shirt,black robe,black pants,slouch hat,and a pair of leather shoes,,walks up to the cell and throws a bundle of meat and bread in. He then hands her a bottle of wine with a cork.

Inside one of the loaves of bread is the key to your cell. whispers the elf

wait for one dwarven day and Meet me at the cross roads north of trolls bane by the grey refuge and northern mines at midnighthe strolls away silently leaving no trace that he was there at all except for the food in her hands.