Celadine stretched and sat up. Every part of her ached. The hay had not provided any protection from the cold stone floor, instead she lay awake thinking about Busby Stoop and the Black Order. A small amount of comfort came from the warm body at her side. Yarlain softly mumbled in her sleep, then grew quiet again. No one had been down to the cells since she arrived and Yarlain had been too tired to explain anything. She had asked the old dwarf many questions, but got very few answers in return, although the old dwarf did share a little of how the Black Order had captured her. She said she had been out collecting nuts and berries beyond the Great Oak when they appeared and whisked her away and had been held captive ever since.
Yarlain rolled over and slowly sat up. “Did you get much sleep?
