Cersei had calmed down considerably since the day before, managing to get some sleep before the Guildmaster's voice woke her. She tied her hair up in a bun before going up to her cell bars to listen to what Guildmaster Orino had to say. She listened intently, nodding and reacting when appropriate. Once it came down to him asking for her help, she turned her back to him and pondered her options. It was fairly obvious what she would have to do. A mitigated sentence was better than a full one, but if she had to take to the time cabinet anyway, then it didn't matter. She turned back around and looked at Orino. "Alright, I'll help." She said simply.<br/><br/>"Before you go though, I want to know something. Would I be correct in assuming that Fallmorik will be too disabled to continue his duties as the guild's research evaluator? If so, that's good. I mean no offense to you but he was by far the worst person for the job and everyone knew it." She still couldn't get the moment out of her head, so she let it out in little bits like this, telling people and venting. "When am I going to be let out? I need to do a little organizing, and I'll also need my sword back."