Drazon had been sitting in the corner of a cramped cell, for a couple of hours, along with an angry looking goblin, and a fat kitsune, who seemed to be scavenging the room. He was probably trying to find the materials to build another shiv. The pacing and searching was making her anxious, and she would bare her teeth at him whenever he would come close. Occasionally, she stole a glance at the cell across from her that Bill had the privileged of being in. It contained one of the sexiest looking half orcs Drazon had ever seen. And an elf who wasn't too bad looking either, despite being an elf.
A couple guards came over and demanded all the prisoners stand with their hands up while they unlocked the cell door.
“Where the fuck are you taking me?” Demanded Drazon, recoiling as they cuffed her wrists in front of her. “To trial? The gallows?”
“No, dinner.” Said the aggravated guard. Leading her down the hallway. Drazon glanced behind and saw that Bill and t