Anything I would have kept on me, what little we had brought in with us, was gone. Though I could work some magic with my voice it was mostly illusions. I couldn't pick a lock that way. Otsoa was gone, the necklace was gone, I was truly alone.
So I waited. I started trying to pick out shapes in the deep darkness of the cave or cell or whatever I was tucked away in. There was a long crack in the wall right across from me, maybe other sets of shackles hanging down around it. How much of that was actually there or was only in my mind I couldn’t tell, but it gave me something to focus on, and helped me stay conscious for longer before passing out again.
The next time I woke, I had enough energy to shake my shackles in frustration. I’d never figure out how to escape if I kept dozing off. The
