Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-12599067-20140629231702/@comment-11457306-20140703014704

Saga quailed inside. This woman didn't miss anything. She did not turn her head, but listened intently to the Guards behind her. They seemed to be discussing what they were going to eat for lunch when their shift changed. Her mouth watered at the thought of roast venison and warm bread with butter and honey. She had not eaten anything like that in years. If she was going to talk, now was the time.

"A battle.  Blue sashes and red and steel.  Screams of the dying.  People running down a tunnel toward a glowing light and--and a bird beating it's wings against a cage until they were bloody and broken."

Tegan was stunned into silence. She had been in many battles during the war. So-her past, then. But the rest did not make sense. "A bird in a cage?"

"A raven or crow.  Trying to escape"

Tegan had a flash of insight. "A bird which stalks a battlefield.  A carrion-eater."

Saga was startled. Why had she not seen that before? "Yes."

"Saga, think carefully now," is there a prisoner here who is kept apart from the others? Maybe in a---"

Tegan's words were cut short as a hand grabbed the back of her head, twisting painfully in her dark locks. She was thrown to the stone floor. She wisely stayed down and braced herself for what would come.