Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5543592-20141115020857/@comment-11457306-20141116051518

Megan's mouth had dropped open at the word 'dungeon' and it had remained open through his entire tale, her breathing becoming more agitated and her heart pounding harder as each sentence left his mouth.

Riona was more intrigued than shocked, but she could see her companion was horrified. She guessed that Megan had led a sheltered life before her departure from her home. She knew the basic story of Megan's adventure and the reason for it.

"He probably did," said Riona. "If you can manage to control yourself, you'd make a good battlemage.  But I suspect it won't be for the Empire, so I'd watch that Stormcloak talk if I were you.  They might decide you're more of a liability than an asset and place your head on the block.

Now, if you'll excuse us, we have things we must attend to."  Riona took Megan by the arm and ushered her down the hallway toward their room.  Megan stumbled as if she didn't quite have control over her legs.  Riona wondered if there was a bottle of wine in the room or if there was a healer with some kind of potion to calm her new friend down.  She was pale and shaking.