The pail was rather light, and therefore lifted up with great ease. The wooden item was entirely empty, its purpose most likely to be filled with excrement whenever the need of the cell's inhabitant arose. Varran kicked the pail through the round and turned, fueled by the rising anger within him. Being caught frustrated him immensely, but not enough for him to notice that there was no 'thump' sound from a pail hitting the wall or the stone pedestal that it had been aimed at. Instead, there was a quiet 'swish' sound, and the departing rumble of something falling down a tunnel and fading away in the distance.<br/><br/>Varran turned and looked for the pail, but his eyes found nothing. The cell had been almost exactly as it had been before he had turned, but there was no sign of the pail he had violently sent to the other corner of the room. Though... there was something slightly different. The stone pedestal looked as if it had a slight indentation at the bottom center. There was also a wide, dark shadow on the floor, spreading out over the entire width of the pedestal.<br/><br/>In the marble room, the hunched minion that stood next to the woman, dressed in brown and grey clothes that were covered with smudges and stains, giggled softly. The tone of its voice was high pitched and something about the way it let out its laughter was unnerving. Yet the woman didn't seem to care. She remained silent and still, watching Varran for his next move.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>