Chapter 113: Mindfull Mischief Part 6

Come on legs, move…on the double! She frustratingly came to yet another set of steps, to her relief, only a dozen.

As she stepped down, she took in an extraordinary sight that shoved her sickness to the back of her mind. A room, a stone walled dungeon, to the right at the bottom of the steps contained the tall, half naked muscular guards, facing away from her. In front of them were two more figures, one exceptionally tall, the other, surprisingly short, dressed from head to toe in black and gold cloaks and masks– the material shining like liquid glass. She quietly moved into a better position so she could see the short one bending over, talking to a prone figure who was moaning with pain…possibly the one that called himself Cemel, or whoever it was that had spoken to her telepathically. Was this all a test, or a joke? Would they all turn around, unmask, laughing their heads off and toast her.