Upon learning that she was to be placed in a cell, Eustella put up as much of a fight and she could. She'd been in one once and it nearly drove her mad; twas not an experience she'd like to repeat.<br/><br/>Through the ridiculously ornate gateway they went, dragging her along. The guards came to a sudden halt, jarring her slightly. What were they stopping for exactly?<br/><br/>Sire," the guard intoned, respectfully to the approaching man, still gripping the struggling girl painfully tight. Eustella glanced at the 'sire.' So this was the king? Not very kingly in her humble ( i.e worthless) opinion. When she pictured a king, she saw a fat, old and decript man reclining on throne of gold, draped in finery and dripping with jewels. This was more akin to how someone might envision a knight, lean but well muscled and yet awfully young.<br/><br/>"This elfling was caught using magical means to steal from the citizenry. She's being given a cell for a day and a night as punishment."<br/><br/>"I wasn't stealing anything!" she snarled at the soldier. He responded by grabbing her other arm, pinning them both behind her back. The other confisticated the blank cards, holding them up. They seemed to waver slightly in the sunlight. She sent him a venemous glare, then turned her glare on the king. Her eyes had yet to revert to normal, leaving them reptilian and strange. She'd donned the stony, emotionless mask once again. In a flat tone, she said, "I suppose I deserve it. After all, what's the point in having a livelihood?" The sarcasm, she hoped, was quite clear.<br/><br/><a href="//www.creativefreedomrpg.com/memberlist.php?mode=viewprofile&amp;u=111593">@Lewi</a><br/><br/><br/>Sent from my iPad using Tapatalk