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visualspice

#40
January 07, 2014, 03:48:19 PM
OOC: Trigger warning for language XD

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"THERE'S THE FUCKER! IT WAS HIS FAULT!!!" the bald headed behemoth screamed as he fought tooth and nail against the guard, and a moment later- his fist came shattering through the glass in an angered punch, leaving Kella more than stunned, for had this happened just seconds later, she too, would have considered joining her partner in having a sample of the cake, but now- well.. her sample would have to come a bit differently, for the second the man's fist came through the window, she found herself tripping over Aryn's leg, and as she began to fall backwards, if her poor companion did not catch her in time- she'd be the next flavor of cake-
and the heavenly tiers of vanilla she was about to land in- ruined.

OOC: You can decide if she lands in the cake, if he does instead, if they both are unfortunate and land in it- or, you know, they manage to dance around it precariously somehow and make a get away XD
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Cambie

#41
January 07, 2014, 06:39:17 PM
Aryn was close enough to the window to hear the crash as glass shards rained down all over him. Ducking from the glass, he stepped just far enough into the aisle to catch an ankle around the girl's. Quickly he wrapped a hand around her waist to catch her, but it was too late. Off-balance and already stumbling, the added weight of her in his arm pushed him off of his feet. Tumbling, the two of them crashed directly into a table full of more exquisite cakes.

With a crash and then a soft squish of body against spongy bread and icing, the pair fell right into the cakes. The table skidded across the floor with a screech and toppled another large cake. The inside of Armand's shop, in a single instant, went from high-end bakery to mess as icing and sugar splattered all over the walls.

The baker's wife let out a piercing scream as the brute's fist smashed through the window. She let out a second scream as the massive cakes toppled all around her. And then she fainted.

visualspice

#42
January 07, 2014, 07:00:40 PM
The baker's wife was lucky. She could at least faint- Kella, on the other hand, was a dizzy mess of flour sooting her form, and now- she was completely enveloped in sweet, soft icing and cake. Though more uncomfortably so, she had a man with an iron arm piled over top of her, keeping her pinned down in the cushion of confection. Blinkingly, she knew not what to make of their predicament as she peered up at Aryn, who now had a face mask of cake covering him thoroughly. It was through his beard, through his hair, and were this some other sort of situation, perhaps she could have laughed at it- but the pair were still in danger, and just behind his head she noticed the burly man approach in a fury, his arm raised with some sort of weapon as she gasped and called out, "Look out!"

And lucky for them both when he cut forward, he was simply cutting the cake. Frozen in shock to see a blade between her and Aryn, Kella went frozen stiif as she peered at her reflection, noting the cake gooping off from her face and hair- for she looked just about as bad off as Aryn- and again, in any other moment, perhaps she could have laughed off this sweet and sticky situation, but as it were, the stakes were too high- their lives were on the line, and the guards were about ready to rush in.
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Cambie

#43
January 07, 2014, 09:54:12 PM
The cake currently shoved into his mouth would have tasted delicious (and indeed, it WAS delicious) if not for the fact that it now covered his entire upper half. He could feel the girl struggling in the pile of cake underneath him, but he couldn't see it, not with the icing plastered over his eyes. And he reached up to wipe the wretched stuff out of his face just as he heard her shout in warning.

Eyes blinking, Aryn turned just as a sword sliced down right between the two of them, sharp steel carving right through the layers upon layers of cake on which they lay. His breath caught in his throat at the sheer luck with which they'd avoided being split in two. Looking up, he caught the enraged look of his most decidedly muscled friend as the man prepared to pull the sword out of the goop and try again.

Without thinking, the Ironhand kicked out a heavy boot at the man's exposed wrists. The force of the leather against even such a thick hand elicited a yelp of alarm as the hulking ruffian released his grip on the sword. Aryn threw a handful of bread and icing at the man's face while scrambling over the pile of goop and the overturned table. He didn't even bother to look to see if the girl was back on her feet or not; grabbing yet another handful of her cloak he tried to pull her soggy self up with him.

"Back the way we came!" he yelled into her ear as he found his legs. The baker and his wife had left their cloaks hanging on an iron hook just beside the doorway leading into the kitchen, and he ripped both of them off their moorings as he passed by. Already a fugitive, he might as well be a thief.

visualspice

#44
January 08, 2014, 08:30:59 AM
Finding herself running again, she slipped over a few puddles of icing and fell into Aryn's side. Thankfully, he seemed a lot more stable than she, so when they were off and running again, she trailed behind him, clinging onto his arm with one icing- coated glove (though she was cautious of the other that was not). Though they had a few steps head start on muscle-brain, the man was furious as he roared and picked himself off the ground.

Never losing his grip on his blade, baldy came barreling towards them, roaring fierce as a lion. Peering over her shoulder as she and the iron-handed man ran, her eyes went wide in horror as she watched the man gaining on them.

Turning the bend, she found her boots carrying her harder and faster across the wooden floor, and they were back inside the room with the flour on the floor- and incidently, there was flour bags all lining the walls. ANd just as baldy came for them- the guards rushed in afterwards, like a pack of hounds- and somehow through the chaos of it all, one of the bags of flour above them was cut open, and flour came snowing around them as they ran.

Now, no longer coated in just cake and icing, but another coat of powdery, flour residue, Kella rushed with Aryn into the kitchen and out the back door, where the chilling thrill of the late-autumn winds greeted them. And despite the weight of the icing, some of the winds still managed to toss some of her blonde hair about, and her ratty clothes, as icing slicked boots stumbled on the cobblestone, but still, she managed to run, but in no small thanks to her grip upon Aryn's hand.

Though just as the pair were making some head way away from Armand's Bake shop, baldy was tripping out of it and frothing curse words and promises between his teeth. But that was behind them, for before them sprang a new set of challenges- the other half of the pack of guards.

"Halt! In the name of the law!"

But as luck would have it, as the trio of guards stood menacingly in their way at the end of the ally- a horse and carriage was coming briskly down the road- and the rider, having not expected to find himself suddenly rounding the bend to be greeted with a group of guards, gasped and called out:

"Oh, guardsman! Please! Do get out of the way!" But it was too late, and the scene was chaos as the wagoncart driver tried to veer away, only to find his cart jerking too sharply, and the contents of the back becoming spilled when his cart tipped over- and the sheet that had once been drawn across the pastries he was cargoing suddenly took to air-
and the sky began to rain with cookies, as a few bounced and rolled Aryn and Kella's way, settling around their feet. Kella could not believe it as she gaped at the scene.

"You idiot! Those baked goods were for the Grand Duke!" the driver barked, and Kella, flinched away, finding herself backing up into Aryn, and incidentally making the pair of them both stumble to an awkward halt- giving baldy just enough time to catch up.


"I'm going to gut you like a pig!" the man barked, sword at the ready as he gave a heavy cutting slice towards Aryn's head.
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Cambie

#45
January 08, 2014, 11:58:59 AM
If he didn't already have enough problems, now pastries and cookies positively rained from the skies! They clattered to the cobblestones all around his feet, utterly ruined and unfit for human consumption. Worst off, the cart that had overturned now blocked their escape route, save for a small gap between one of its still-spinning wheels and the mortared stone walls of the corner warehouse that led to the alleyway's exit. The guards were separated from them for the moment, both by the overturned cart and by the frantically neighing horse now bucking from excitement.

When the girl backed up into him. both of them found themselves cornered in a pile of overturned pastries. The Ironhand licked his icing-frosted lips in grim anticipation and lifted his shield when muscle-man swung errantly for his head. The impact of the giant's sword against the wooden surface sent splinters flying in every direction and had the mercenary reeling backward into the wall. He could feel the jarring vibration up his metal shield arm and into the fleshy stump, all the way up to the gash in his chest. Despite his own size and strength, this other man towered over him.

Maybe it had been a bad idea to provoke the big man. Maybe he'd made a huge mistake by coming to this town at all. Out of the corner of his eye he briefly spied the irate cart driver quickly realizing that he was in the middle of a street combat and duck away for cover.

"Get out of here, girl!" he growled to her, shoving her toward that tiny little opening between cart and building. She no doubt would be able to slip through it with her tiny frame, and perhaps Aryn might've been able to force his way through as well if he had more time. But he had big baldy hammering away at his battered shield. It took all of his strength to keep deflecting away the blows and each one tired his half-arm even further.

Finally, when the large man raised his sword once more, the Ironhand had the good enough sense to swing his shield and catch him right on the underside of his chin. As baldy reeled back into the approaching guards with a pained snarl, Aryn was able to pull out his axe once more.  He rapidly glanced over his shoulder to make sure the girl was through the gap and gone before turning back to face his inevitable showdown. Covered head to toe in cake, icing and flour, he looked every bit like a vengeful ghost.

visualspice

#46
January 08, 2014, 12:44:28 PM
It was madness, pure madness, and had the man not shouted for her to go,s he would have remained gaping as the two men duked it out. Worried for him, she hesitated, but eventually obeyed, realizing he was sacrificing an opening for her. Though as she tried to sneak past the wagon wheel, a most unfortunate thing occured- for the guards spotted her and one barked in her direction, "Halt right there!"
And the horse, still attached to the cart, gave a kick and the wagon, suddenly throttled backwards, and slammed into Kella, pinning her against the alley wall.

With the wind knocked out of her, Kella remained frozen in place, not quite sure how to make of the moment as she felt as if her ribs and entire torso had been crushed. The horse, who was still tangled up in his reins, eventually took off, and once the wagon slipped free of her, Kella dropped to the ground in a useless heap.
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Cambie

#47
January 08, 2014, 01:35:45 PM
Already the guards were trying to hold the giant man down before he could charge back into the cake-covered mercenary. After all, they were supposed justices of the law and they were there to arrest him (and his female companion) on suspicion of inciting unrest and assault. They weren't there to allow vigilante justice and bloodshed to run rampant in their streets. Especially not here, the great City of Vanille!

Even three of the armored guards did not have the strength to hold back this furious ogre though, and with another roar and a yank of his enormous biceps, he pushed the guards off of him and raised his sword high in the air. "NOW YOU AND YOUR LITTLE GIRL DIE!" he screamed.

Crushed pastries, especially when mixed with the dampness on the cobblestones and the soft paste of spilled icing, can create quite a slippery mess. It was precisely this that took the legs out from underneath muscle-man, as he lost his footing to a very unfortunate vanilla eclair and crashed headfirst into the brunt of Aryn's shield. Before he could recover, that axe came from above in a powerful arc and crashed directly into his balding scalp. With a sickening crunch and another squirt of blood, the man twitched momentarily in a sugary heap and then lay still.

Panting heavily, Aryn turned looked to his right to make sure the girl had escaped. His heart sank slightly in his chest as he saw her crumpled form on the ground, the wind completely expelled from her by the crushing force of the overturned cart. With another grimace, he turned back to face the guards now.

"You all saw it, I was defending the girl and me! It was all in self-defense. Him and his gang attacked us and-"

The Ironhand's words died on his lips as one of the guards (the old greybeard from before, no less!) brained him with the cold steel hilt of his sword. He fell to one knee with a gasp, and then dizzily peered back up at the armored men looming overhead. That wry grin came over his face one last time, and then a second and third crack over his head brought the big man down to the ground, breathing heavily and barely conscious.

visualspice

#48
January 08, 2014, 01:45:09 PM
The iron doors slammed closed behind them, and the clicking of the lock echoed through the cold building as mercenary and his cake covered girl were tossed inside a cell. It seemed they'd be paying a lot of time for their cake conundrum, and would have no relief from their cake plastered bodies, as Kella remained, curled up upon the floor. Her ribs hurt like crazy, aching all over, but she still felt even worse for the man who lay in a heap beside her- and though Aryn did not stir as he lay upon the ground, she crawled over towards his side and timidly peered down at him.  He appeared to be sleeping, but not peacefully at all. The grimace on hsi face was evident from the strike, and giving one pouting look towards the jail door, she then returned her blue eyes back down towards his face.

Reaching forward, she was about to help wipe some cake frosting from his face, and thus inspect his wound, when she jerked her hand back- realizing she had almost made skin to skin contact, and immediately hid her exposed hand behind her gloved one. Gods, after all the man had been through with her- the last thing she wanted to do was harm him with her cursed magics.

Glancing down forlornly at the hard stone beneath them, she observed a pile of hay and moved to bring some over towards him, stuffing it beneath his head and making it to that when he at least came to- he'd be a bit more comfortable. But for now, it seemed she'd have to sit and wait, and as she did so, she was lightly working at removing what cake and icing bits from her body that she could. Though to remove it all would be futile.
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Cambie

#49
January 08, 2014, 05:54:49 PM
Aryn had lost consciousness through the entire ordeal, and only now found a little self-awareness returning to his eyes. His head was pounding fiercely and he let out a low groan lying there on the cold hay-covered ground that was the Vanille prison cell. His hair and beard were still caked with dried icing, and his face was ashen from the fine layer of flour coating the skin. The guards had wisely removed all the weapons from his prone form, including his axe and the handful of daggers he carried on his person.

Worst of all, though... they'd unstrapped the metal hand from that right arm of his, leaving only a lifted sleeve and a veiny, scarred stump that ended just below the elbow. There was an obvious swelling where they'd pounded their hilts against his forehead, to go along with that cut across his eyebrow, now mostly dried, and that gash across his chest.

As his consciousness returned to him, the mercenary stirred slightly and forced his eyes open just a crack. Luckily there was little light to be had in the cell, save for the single shaft coming from a barred high window that dropped a circle of evening light on the haystack in the corner.

Turning his head, he just barely made out the blurred silhouette of Kella. So she didn't make it out of that alley after all, he thought miserably before closing his eyes again. Letting out a mirthless laugh, he weakly said, "So they got you too, eh...? I told you this town was nothing but trouble..."

Being the stubborn idiot he was, he tried to sit up but instantly fell back down on the pile of hay she'd stacked underneath his pounding head.

Eyes clenched shut, he muttered, "You alright, at least?"

visualspice

#50
January 08, 2014, 10:10:02 PM
Kella had been so wrapped up with her own fears, her own worries, and even her own pain; that when they were both shoved into a cell, she hadn't fully noticed his missing limb. The lighting was dark anyways, and he- when they tossed him in, he was laying on his side- completely covering the missing appendage. Though as he awoke and sat up and turned to her, her eyes wavered with concern and relief- Though before she could answer him, her mouth suddenly fell open as she yelled.

Slapping her hands suddenly over her lips (which happened mere moments after the shock), her blue eyes locked onto the missing limb as she felt near ready to faint.
"Oh my, God. Your arm!"
It was MISSING.
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Cambie

#51
January 09, 2014, 12:02:55 PM
The frantic words coming from her mouth did not answer Aryn's question at all, but it brought his eyelids flashing open nonetheless. Well, at least one of them; his right eye, purple-black from swelling, only opened a crack. He tried to sit up and prop himself up on his right arm, only to reach for nothing but air and back onto his little hay bed. Something didn't feel right.

And looking down, even in his hazy vision, it became clear.

"Wha...? My arm? MY ARM?!" The roar emanating from his throat was not as powerful as it could've been if he weren't so bloodied and battered, but the quivering rage was clearly there. Spittle frothing from his angry mouth he struggled to pull himself up to his feet. It was a lot more difficult this time around without that second arm to support him, but somehow he managed to get up onto one knee and drag himself over to the cold iron bars.

"YOU BLOODY BASTARDS! DO YOU KNOW WHO I AM? BRING ME BACK MY ARM, OR BY ANGSAR THE IRONHAND WILL BLOODY KILL EVERY SINGLE ONE OF YOU!"

The mercenary began banging on the bars with both his left palm and his right arm, rattling their little prison with an incessant whine of flesh on metal.

"DON'T YOU DARE IGNORE ME!" he continued in his tirade to whoever was out there, though it didn't seem as though anyone was currently patrolling this prison wing. Several other prisoners moseyed up to their own cell doors to catch a glimpse of the commotion.

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#52
January 09, 2014, 12:33:59 PM
The guards on duty were pretty annoyed, and in order to deal with the noisy nuisance, one of them threw a drinking bottle at the bars. It clanged against it before settling to the ground- and lucky for ARyn, it hadn't broke as it rolled to a stop in the middle of the jail floor.

"Shut your hole! You and your lady friend will be spending the rest of the week in there if you don't shut up! You destroyed the Armand's Bake Shop, and don't think they won't be seeking retribution for such a crime!" Those cakes were expensive!

"ANd if you're lucky," another guard added in. "We might give you that iron limb back if you're good! Now keep down that racket or we'll melt the arm down for scrap!"
And all the while this was happening, Kella only gaped and stared.
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#53
January 09, 2014, 03:46:38 PM
((OOC: The following contains mature language. Viewer discretion is advised! :O))



Aryn flinched just slightly as the glass bottle came hurtling through the air at him, clanging against the bars just in front of his face before rolling past him. The threat of melting down his arm into slag brought an even more pronounced expression of outrage to his face. With bits of icing and flour still caking his face and beard, he looked half hilarious, half terrifying.

"Melt down for scrap?! Maybe I ought to melt the two of you down to scrap, you shit-eating sons of whores! You better lock your doors tonight, because when I get out of here I'm coming to your house with my arm and breaking your fucking head with it!"

The rest of their exchange of pleasantries was drowned out by a chorus of cheers and yells from the other prisoners locked in their own cells, but eventually the guard stomped his way over to their prison and spat on the Ironhand before angrily returning to his post.

Aryn was still quivering with anger when he turned and ponderously lumbered his way back to where Kella sat. He sat (or more like flopped down) unceremoniously in front of her. Snatching up the bottle, he peered through the glass for perhaps a residual drop or two of whatever was in it. There was barely half a sip left, but he was so frustrated that he growled under his breath and rolled the bottle over to her. Still breathing heavily, he didn't even register the girl's incredulous wide-mouthed gape.

"Can you believe these bastards? This whole town can burn in hell."

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#54
January 09, 2014, 05:54:35 PM
Despite the man having saved her life on numerous occasions, the fear brought on by his sudden rage had Kella cowering. She was too afraid to reply to him, for fear had tightened her throat. And as the events unfolded within her mind, she found herself on the brink of tears. This was, after all, her fault was it not? Those men had come after her. And this man.... why, she had no idea what to think of him, but his rage was terrifying and she lowered her gaze, the cowl of her hood masking her face as tears slipped down her cheeks, which may have been only visible by the pale light ghosting through the cell.

And by then, the crowd inside the jail had finally calmed, and Aryn might have been able to see her trembling, and some of the soft gasps between her sobs. This was a real mess they were in..
and if the guards found out who she really was...
She'd be shipped back to her brother, and Angsar only knew what he had in store for her. ANd remembering her brother, and how disturbed and broken and crazed he had become, only had her sobbing all the more.
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#55
January 09, 2014, 07:04:53 PM
The scowl deepened on Aryn's face, especially when the girl started sobbing. What did she have to cry about?! All of this was her fault! If he'd never asked her for directions, or bought her that bowl of soup, he wouldn't be rotting in this damp, leaky dungeon with one arm and no escape plan. Everytime her shoulders heaved from the sobs, the mercenary had an urge to smack some sense into her.

But despite his best efforts to be heartless, to have absolutely no empathy, how could he not feel sorry for her? A poor, starving girl who didn't seem to possess any firsthand knowledge of how to live on the streets. She looked like a street urchin, but maybe she wasn't one all her life. Probably some merchant's daughter before this whole mess of a war. Maybe they went bankrupt. He didn't know.

He turned his one unswollen eye away briefly with a loud huff and a sulk, but then turned back to face her. With a loud exhale that indicated how stupid he thought this all was, he reached out and gave her a pat on the shoulder with surprising tenderness.

"Right, stop your crying now," he said to her in a gruff voice, "I'll figure a way out of this mess. I'll tell them you're innocent. I killed that man and I destroyed those cakes, not you." Stupid cakes, he wished he could've knocked more over.

Looking to his stump of an arm, he rolled the sleeve back down to conceal it. Suddenly he felt very naked without it.

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#56
January 09, 2014, 08:53:26 PM
"No, no," she said, her voice strained through soft sobs as she shook her head. Peering up at him, her doe-like blue eyes wavered with tears that continued to roll down her cheeks. "I couldn't allow you. All of this was my fault." And she was beginning to think leaving home was making her cursed.

How had things become so different now? When had her brother changed? When had the world begun to fall apart? And she tried to brush away her tears on her over-sized sleeves as her lips trembled. Yes, it would be hard to suppress more sobs, but she could not let this man sacrifice anymore.

"If they ask us for a story, I will try to find a way to fix this horrible mess. You've done enough for me already. I could not ask anymore from you." And her eyes looked to his as she looked upon him with such worry and care.
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#57
January 09, 2014, 10:14:50 PM
The Ironhand peered straight into her surprisingly blue eyes as she looked up at him, though to him they seemed more filled with despair than anything else. Sitting back on his haunches, he shook his head as the tears rolled down her cheeks. And then that wry grin crossed his face again, for the first time in what seemed like forever. He must've cut a ridiculous sight, cracking that smile through the cake-crusted beard and the blood and bruises. Resting his stump on a knee, pounded his fist against his chest (only wincing slightly as he hit that nasty cut across his breast) and said:

"Don't be ridiculous, girl! Look at you. Why you couldn't hurt a man if you tried! I'm the Ironhand, not the Icy Heart. If you think I'll let you take the blame here, you're raving mad."

Another forlorn chuckle. "Surely you must have an actual name. I cannot be callin' you 'girl' this whole time."

The bottle he'd pushed over to her still lay on the ground, untouched. He picked it up again and pressed it toward her gloved hand, silently urging her to drink it. It could've been wine or water, but either way she looked like she could use it. And he shouted as much, over his shoulder and out the bars.

"OI! Bring the girl some water, or are you both gutless animals? And you dare call yourselves men?!"

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#58
January 09, 2014, 10:31:50 PM
And get the attention of one of the guards he did, for he clomped his way over towards the cell bar and dumped half a bowl of water over Aryn's head before dropping it into the cell as more o fit splashed out- leaving not a lot remaining in the bottom.
"There's some water for your girly, but if you don't pipe down we're going to knock you out ourselves. Now behave!" the guard growled, and moved away as he shook his head and complained to the second guard stationed with him at the end of the hall.


And it was only then Kella peered over at Aryn, who was now an even bigger mess thanks to the water- with icing and flour dripping down his face like melting wax.

"You.. you didn't have to do that," she said, quietly, her eyes going down to the floor. Though she was covered in cake and cookie crumbs too, looking about as much o fa ridiculous mess as he, she somehow looked a lot less disheveled and silly as her companion.
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#59
January 10, 2014, 07:41:42 AM
If there was something good about having cold water dumped on his head, it was the fact that it both drove away his dizziness and helped wash away a little of the gunk plastered to his face. Aryn still sat there seething as little rivets of water ran down his temple and dripped onto the floor. He kept his eyes staring forward at the girl, but said nothing until the guards left.

With the dangling sleeve of his stumpy arm he began to slowly wipe away the icing caked to his forehead, wincing slightly when he pressed too hard against the bruises and cuts right above his eye. It wasn't nearly enough water to completely clean him off, but it did a good enough job such that he looked only stupid, and not like a complete idiot.

Even in his rage he forced a smile on his face and replied with a brusque "Plenty of things I didn't have to do in my life, girl. But the Ironhand does 'em anyway. Here, drink up and rest."

He slid the meager bowl over to her and slowly climbed up to his wobbly feet to explore this dungeon of theirs. It was small, no more than five paces in either direction, walled on two sides and barred on two. The stones were uneven and stained (likely from blood or vomit, or both), but at least a small bed of hay covered the worst parts. And everything was as sturdy as they came; aside from a tiny hole where a mouse might be able to squeeze through, it was as solid a prison as he'd ever seen one.
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