Snake out

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At night, she silently walks in the upper level of the dungeon, her slender legs pace is slow, her naked foot barely set at ease. She waves the cobweb blocking her way – highlighted by the moonlight above the broken ceiling.

She solely relies on her instincts as she walks gently. She halts as she saw not too far from the stairs a guard holding a torch as he goes down the floor. When the solid flames slowly fade into a hue and gone replaced by well-draped of the twilight, she walks faster.

She holds the nearby metal bar as the ground shakes, the broken pillars that hold down the fort cracked. She sluggishly walks for a few seconds until it was gone. She inspects every cell looking for someone, this comrade that Alastor is talking about, maybe worth it. He talks about her as if she’s reliable. Even though she might not be helpful she would still help her, she will try to help everyone as she can.