Avery groggily awoke in his cell, slumped against a wall. Oh yeah...today was the ball. He rubbed his eyes and looked at his tattered form. His cloak was so dirty and filthy...definitely needed a washing. Even though he wasn't too bad, Avery needed a cleaning himself. He remembered somebody else had been locked up down here yesterday, but hell if he could remember who. Avery yawned, trying to make his presence known by the other prisoner in the dungeon.