There was nothing better than swimming on the black seas of oblivion, without a care in the world; the deep, dreamless sleep of one who actually sleeps very little. Surrounded by the dark, velvety expanses of nothingness that just stretched for eternity in every direction. Nothing pressing to do, nowhere of importance to go- and all the time in the world to get it done in. Unfortunately, all pleasant things came to an end, far sooner than they should have.
Remi stirred, slurring profanities as she rolled over, one arm draping over her closed eyes. Where am I this time? Reaching out to grab a nonexistant blanket at the sudden absence of warmth in the bed, she realized that the bed itself was too cold, too hard- and that it wasn't even a pile of straw or the boards of a ship's floor.
Shit! Her everything hurt; she couldn't pinpoint what was worse- and wasn't about to try. It had to be one fuck of a good night. As her eyes opened, she rolled to her knees and peered about in confusion. She was completely unarmed, without any of her healing herbs and naked, feeling as though an army of orcs had tried their best to tear her to shreds. In a cell and believing she must have accomplished... well, something. Of course, the only reasonable thing to do now was try to get out. She'd figure out what to do after that.
Lying never hurt a damn thing and it's worked maybe one or two times before! Besides, it was always the best idea to start with the simplest excuses and work toward actually breaking out if all else failed. "Guards!" She tried to summon her jailers forth, using her most "authoritative voice." (A shame it was anything but commanding.) "I need help, you have to let me out! You have no idea what my family will do to you if they find out!" Even through that whimper, she was already looking around, trying to see if she could figure out where anything of use might have been- and if it would have even been possible to attempt a jailbreak at all.
