Labalyn's memorial

[Nephrite]

'You know my name, so you know I speak truths. You are safer there than you would be otherwise. I will return and we can talk, I promise.'

[Anastasia]

'I don't care if I'm safer the next ten minutes here,' The voice is raw, savage. 'They take things from you here. The guards watch and do nothing! They enjoy it!'

[Nephrite]

'Let me ask you this: What do you think one of your slaves might have said about that very same situation? Think about that and I will return for you.'

[Anastasia]

'Moooooooooo-'

It cuts off as you continue on, perhaps out or range of it.

[Nephrite]

Still, though, how did these people wind up here? How deep does all of this go?

He continues on for now.

[Anastasia]

On and on and on you walk. At last, another stairway. "Next are those imprisoned for the sin of lust," Seema speaks up as Cresiel carries her.

[Nephrite]

So was she imprisoned falsely, or is she just repentant for what it is she did...?

Moore continues on for now, he can sort the details out later.

[Anastasia]

More stairs. Here is a wide open, circular stairwell. In the middle - a large middle, the stairs winding around and around it - hang countless cages. From tiny to gigantic, each one pitch dark and holding a creature within. Only hands can be seen reaching out if anything.

Of them all, a single cage rattles. It rocks back and forth, a metallic whine as it does. A large cage, large as Hanna or so.

[Nephrite]

Moore will continue on, anyone who was imprisoned here likely still deserves to stay, but he's certain he will hear cries for freedom as they pass.

[Anastasia]

Perception.

[Nephrite]

Take 10 for 93.

[Anastasia]

You notice it's subtle, but that cage's bars are starting to bend.

[Nephrite]

If you exit that cage and think to attack us, you will be treated as an enemy and dealt with.

I'm not sure if that calls for an intimidation roll or anything but if so it'd be 116.

[Anastasia]

"It won't listen," Xandra says, looking on at the cage. "All it knows is hate and fury and desperation, like a wounded animal."

Jetina draws her sword, "Then we'll put it to rest, like a rabid animal."

[Nephrite]

Moore takes a breath. "No, that's an endless cycle." He shakes his head. "We'll never beat the Hecatoncheires with that. Even a wounded animal can be saved if you have enough patience and a knack for calming them."

He turns and offers a smile to Xandra. "You have to have a little hope, right?"