Varran's words echoed through the small room, bouncing off the walls around him at first, then escaping to the space above him, where no ceiling was to be seen. The walls reached up into the darkness, seemingly never reaching any form of horizontal surface whatsoever. Apart from the absence of a visible ceiling, the elf also noticed an absence of any form of reply to his question. He was sat by himself, all of his posessions taken from him, like he had taken the posessions of other people so many times before. The cell, for that would be the most appropriate name for the room he found himself in at this particular point in time, was cold in a way that seeped into Varran's bones. The stone slab he had been resting on for quite some time hadn't been too kind on his back either, nor had the mild humidity of the room.<br/><br/>She could see his ever movement through the magical mirror, watching him awake and sit up. Not a single movement was made on her side, her blue eyes barely shifting as she stared into the cell from within her marble chamber. As black as the cell that the elf occupied at this point in time was, so bright and clean were her own accomodations. The walls, floor and ceiling were made from a white marble. The floor was polished to a shine, reflecting everything on its surface as if it were a mirror of frozen solid ice. The walls and ceiling were matted, white velvet curtains draped from the ceiling all the way down to the floor. In one corner of the room stood a large bed, pillars reaching to the ceiling at every corner of the piece of furniture. On top of the thick matrass lay elegant cream-coloured satin sheets and the white furs of both smaller and larger creatures that had worn it during their lifetime.<br/><br/>One of the minions made its way over to the woman sitting in front of the mirror and offered her a silver chalice, which she took with her slender fingers. Her lips moved behind the mask, the icy tone once more flowing out from her mouth.<span style="color: steelblue">"Activate the device..."</span><br/><br/>There was the sound of stone grinding against stone, then a sharp metal 'tick'. The cell trembled and shook for a brief time, before Varran felt the weight of his body on the stone ligthten, and a strange feeling took hold of his stomach. The walls started to move upwards at a rather impressive speed, and it was then that he realised that he was falling.. and the entire cell with him...<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>