[ He doesn't get much farther than that, before the blood from his cheek wicks upwards, swirling around the woman's fingertips. An incanation rolls off her tongue, and suddenly it's as if the lights around them had been suddenly doused.
Blackness. Stillness.
When Tony comes to again, it's within the confines of a cell, a ratty bed of straw and coarse, dirty linens shoved to one end. Outside of the bars, it appears the entire chamber is lined with similar cells to this one.
No other occupants to be seen, though. Just him, and the nearby torchlight guttering away. ]
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Blackness. Stillness.
When Tony comes to again, it's within the confines of a cell, a ratty bed of straw and coarse, dirty linens shoved to one end. Outside of the bars, it appears the entire chamber is lined with similar cells to this one.
No other occupants to be seen, though. Just him, and the nearby torchlight guttering away. ]