Scaling the tower proved alarmingly easy, as did slipping through the window unnoticed. A bit of investigation confirmed there was a guard posted at Roxanne's door, but he was sleeping. Clearly he wasn't the least bit worried about an escape attempt. One glance at Roxanne Montpellier and Trixie understood why.
"Can you really sit there and do nothing?" A handmaiden huffed as she paced the room.
Trixie was surprised and mildly amused to find the handmaiden was orcish, and bore a strong resemblance to Brutus. This must've been the sister Aero had mentioned.
"What can I do, Ellie, my hands are tied." Roxanne heaved a lifeless sigh. Her eyes were devoid of all hope and light, and her complexion was ghostly in quality. The poor girl had clearly given up all hope on life and was just waiting for death.
'Lucky for her we're here to save her sorry ass,' Lamya grumbled.
