((Assume this happens before Fairalin answers the question about the rose.))The moment she heard the guards coming down the hall, Kryschenn hurriedly stuck the pin she was trying to pick the lock with into her sleeve and threw herself bodily onto the little cot in her cell. She sat there, looking perfectly innocent and perfectly bored until she heard the guards pass by her cell. Who was that with them? It wasn't Cassandra...someone else being jailed with the Outworlders? Well, it seemed like Dungeon Master was hauling even more Earthlings into trouble, judging by the look of things.
She heard a door open and someone was shoved in another cell. Kryschenn was still in solitary confinement, and she really couldn't blame the guards for not wanting to open her cell door any more than necessary. She waited for the guards to leave again, vaguely wondering why security was so lax around here, then attacked the lock with the pin again.
"Welcome to Yarfell," she called to the newcomer. "City of Immense Gratitude towards those who are trying to save her from Venger. If you're from Earth, that makes you an Outworlder and that's all the reason they need to put you in "protective custody." Sorry about that. Great hospitality, huh? See, the Yarfellians didn't mind our presence too much until we unleashed a demon which destroyed the palace ballroom, drew Venger's ire with a brief battle in a hallway, then a councillor was murdered this morning which they blamed us for, and one of us- I'm not naming names- went psycho and took out half the palace guard. So now they're playing it safe and locking us all up. Touchy, aren't they?"
She gave an icy glare to the obstinate pin which had bent rather than do anything useful like open the lock. Sighing, she hoped that their fellow Outworlders who were lucky enough to have left this morning were having fun storming Venger's castle.
"So, what's your name, anyway?"
