The silence grows heavy and Kalea simply squirms under the clawed hand. It is to no avail though, she is rendered immobile. Frustration grew in the prone Aasimar at being so thoroughly helpless despite her strength but at least the sound of something moving distracts her from her current predicament. Eyes strained to make out the being she could hear moving closer but at first it was just an odd shape in the darkness. After what felt like an eternity the shape coalesced into that of a small dragon-like creature. She had only ever seen one in her travels and knew that they were sometimes kept as the pets of powerful magic-users. It was not surprising considering the position that she found herself in but the way the little lizard stared at her made Kalea's skin crawl.<br/><br/>The brief illumination when it spit a small ball of fire and ignited the acrid powder left the fighter blinking to acclimate to the new light. The dark, polished stones reflected the light, making it look for a moment that she was floated on a pool of inky liquid. The rows of books and the runes painted just outside of the circle lent credibility to the magic-user theory but her focus was on the small dragonling that was staring at her as if it was sizing her up. In her current predicament she did not like her odds. It was hard to focus on remaining calm but she managed to hold herself together. This situation was not a complete loss yet.<br/><br/>When the little beast asked her name, Kalea did not respond. Names could give the wrong person power over you and she had no idea who or what she was dealing with. Despite the fact that she might be being rude she remained stoically silent. The awkward silence stretched with both the pseudodragon and the warrior simply staring at each other until the strange syllables were uttered. Immediately the Aasimar craned her neck, trying in vain to see who was behind her. She gritted her teeth, and again felt the hated sensation of being powerless. The pale, blue light bathed the room and Kalea still struggled against her forced confinement.<br/><br/>The sound of the creature, female by the voice, seemed to come from a larger creature than she would have anticipated. Golden eyes cast about, desperately searching for something, anything that could be used to aid her if she got free. Nothing short of hurling the familiar came to mind and she was forced to suppress a self-mocking laugh at the absurdity of that thought. A hiss escaped instead when the icy prod of something pricked at the skin on the back of her thigh. Even though her heritage gave her some protection from the elements the cold was still jarring and she felt a numbness seeping into her toned muscles. A shiver slithered up along her back and her squirming began anew. It was so frustrating to be in her position and Kalea glared at the creature she could see, venting some of her anger in its direction.<br/><br/>Anger dissolved in shock when faster than she could comprehend her armour and clothing was cut open. The chain, straps and cloth all parted as easily as she would cut a loaf of bread and left her creamy skin bare to her attacker. The warm air felt uncomfortably hot on the numb skin and Kalea struggled again. She had no idea what the woman wanted and confusion and fear warred in her mind. When the other spoke, it did little to dispel either emotion. Her place... what did the woman mean by that? She was not some petty servant.<span style="color: darkred">"Who are you?" </span>She demanded.<span style="color: darkred">"And why have you brought me here?" </span>She left out the other questions that she desired to know, like where exactly was here? She would get to those after she had the most urgent answers.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>