Silent Halls

-Dalen Capital, Slave Pens, Night, 2 DSTR-

Lafayette scanned the hall. It was filled with doors, though not pin doors. They lacked the small hatch to slid in food. "Well what ever it is, it seems empty." he noted. "None of these doors have light under them." Lafayette added. Looking down the long hallway.

They wondered down some halls for a short time. There was only one door near the end of the long hall with a light. "Do we try that door?" he looked to her. She wanted to pick a lock this was her chance. "I will watch your back while you pick the lock." Lafayette told Kalena. Turning to face the hall as she picked the lock.

As she cracked the door open cold, damp, foul smelling air hit them both like a thick blanket. "Oh mon Dieu." he said the air almost gagged him. "What is that." It wasn't the smell of death but it may as well have been. The sink was of a forgotten prison cell.

Laying on the floor of the cell a young woman with white hair. A blind fold covered her eyes and a rough rope used to gag her to keep her from speaking. Arms tied behind her back and legs tied tight together with the same rough rope. Though she seemed calm, and unmoving or maybe recently dead. Her cell was cold as if chilled with magic.
Her pale skin was bruised, especially her neck. It looked she was choked with the same type of rope used on to bind her.