The dungeon paths were dark and dew dropped from the walls, wetting them and bringing a kind of coldness to the environment.
Flora sat in one of the dungeon rooms, huddled up against a corner with her arms around her pulled-up knees so as to give her body a little warmth.
All the small wounds she'd received back at the streets of Gibal when the people were dragging her were all gone now, all healed up easily on their own.
I guess that was one of the many benefits of being a healer.
She was simply seated there, huddled against the corner and staring blankly at nothing at all.
Sounds of footsteps suddenly began to echo off the walls but she didn't move or even look towards the dungeon gates. She simply remained still in her position with her chin on her raised knees, staring blankly at
