Albion slowly walked through the cave, barefoot as he didn't bother putting on shoes. He flew here. He walked through the cave that was lit by flickering flames on hung torches. Slowly walked through the cave and to the large cell late at night. Albion was standing before the Black Jazz bars looking at Tura lying on the floor with her back to Albion and the bars. A large blue blanket was over her, many many pillows below her creating a bed for her to rest on. Then the other items were in there were to try and entertain her. Albion had tried to make her as comfortable as possible.
Albion: Pst. Are you awake?
Tura: I am.
Albion: Oh! That's good then. I'll stick true to my word then.
