Drenidiopectuslipia's POV
"This can't be happening," I sighed to my feet with everyone staring at me.
"Do you think we should go out and help?" I recognized Nia's voice without a doubt.
"You're awake," Pandul sighed. "Great, can you…?"
"How long have I been here with all of you?" I interrupted.
"Uhhh… a couple of hours I suppose," someone answered. "We've been in here hiding away from the threats outside while the mages and Primordials take out the threats."
They answered smartly, which meant that the replies were not automatic and as such the creatures had a mind of their own without sticking to a script. I was in a loop of action and not thoughts or words. I could get out of here.
I looked around the cellar before heading for the door, "I've got to get out of here."
"No! You can't do that," the werewolf said to her feet blocking the door with her body.
