Madyline huddled against the cold stone walls, shivering spastically. It was almost pitch black; the only light coming from a narrow window in the hall. The weak moonlight filtered through the bars of the cell she was held in. She tugged tugged her thin skirt down to cover her bear feet, and glanced across the hall, towards the huddled form in the other cell. They'd both been brought here at the same time, the mob whipped into a frenzy by accusations of witches among them. Madyline herself wound up with a busted lip and a bruise stretched across her cheek because she'd fought back.<br/><br/>"Hey," she called quietly across the hall. "Are you alright?"<br/><br/>~*~*~*<br/><br/>Mary scanned the letter in her hand once more, her blue eyes cold as she took in the details. A concerned anonymous citizen had reached out when two young people from the town had been accused. It was only a couple hours of travel from their current location; if they left now they could be there by dawn. She shook her partner awake, already throwing her belongings into her bag.<br/><br/>"We have a job," she told him as she snapped her bag closed. "We have to go".