"The walls have ears and shadows have eyes: the stones hold more secrets conceived of miseries and deceit."
~
The Secret Cell, the Under-Ground Dungeons,
Kingdom of Tristendyre,
The first Phriday of the Second month,
XXI Year of Regency
Crescence's grip against the bars felt mild vibrations. Her heart's beats began to hasten as she hurried to collect all her belongings. "I have over-sojourned my welcome", she whispered as she turned to the door.
She knew that the slight thrumming was that caused by the close of doors or windows from a distance, presaging that someone was approaching.
"Oh, please be safe, Cres!", Imogen called in whispers. "And please tell Lady Minerva I love her."
