The light of sun or moon never managed to reach this far into the hold, where darkness was only banished by the oil lanterns the menonites used. Yet bereft of such an easy way to count the time and keep the days, Rasha still managed to easily keep track of how long her torment had been going on. She carved another line in the wood of the bench with her claw, marking yet another morning where those prayer bells had woken her up. The followers of Menoth were nothing if not strict in their dancing to the tune of the clock, always praying at dawn, noon and evening to that human god of theirs.<br/><br/>Rasha cared little about Menoth and the humans gods. They were something ephemeral and ethereal, existing about only in the books they wrote, while Toruk was very real. She had seen the might of the dragon-father, heck, her entire race had been elevated to a higher existence by the blood of one of his children, spilled by Toruk in the skies above the Cryxian islands long ago. The days of his wayward children and his enemies were finite, the wings of Toruk would cast the world into shadow, and there was nothing Menoth and his followers could hope to stop that day.<br/><br/>The Satyrix raider got up from the bench, stretching her limbs. Siva, that cursed paladin, had said he would return this day. Rasha did not know when, but she knew she would be prepared when he did arrive. Twice he had visited, she had been in a position of weakness and humbled. Today, with his third visit, Rasha intended for the knight to leave in shame rather than triumph for once. He was taller, stronger, and clad in armour, all Rasha had was her speed, agility, natural weapons and ability to improvise. She could trip or strangle him using her chains, outmanoever him and attack him from the back. He was a fat-bellied whale, she was a razorshark. Rasha grinned. She would teach that paladin why the whale feared the razorshark.<br/><br/>When Siva arrived at the brig, Rasha stood ready in her cage. A cruel grin on her lips while a sharp shard of ceramic gleamed in her grip. This time, Rasha would not flinch as the light of the lantern banished the darkness, and revealed to Siva that broken pottery on the floor. Test or not, it seemed the Satyrix prisoner intended to make things tough for Siva.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>