Bardus chuckled darkly at Tar's choices. "Go right to the heavy gear, I see," he said. He departed and returned shortly, with a pair of guards and some serving women. The gate was opened and the guards dropped the armor unceremoniously on the floor. The women were there to help Tar put it on.<br/><br/>Tar noticed immediately that the armor was of the finest quality. In fact, it was far nicer than anything he would normally choose to wear. Examining it, though, it was clear that the banded mail was not purely ornate, but sturdy and expensive gear.<br/><br/>When done, the women left, and the gate was closed, leaving Tar dressed in his cell. He had been supplied with gauntlets, as well, and a helmet. Bardus appeared again and tossed a heavy pick through the bars, the weapon clattering noisily to the floor.<br/><br/>"Good luck," he said with a nasty snear.<br/><br/>Tar had no sooner picked up the weapon when he felt a strange, tingling sensation. He looked up to see sigils in the upper wall glowing with a molten orange radiance, as though embedded in the stone itself. He could feel powerful magic at work, but before he could wonder about it more, the cell was gone and he was in a forest looking at trees.<br/><br/>He was disoriented for a moment, but just a moment. It was midday, the sun bright, the temperature cool. The ground was level and the forest moderately wooded.<br/><br/>Tar stopped. About one-hundred feet ahead of him in the forest stood a woman with sweeping red hair, wearing breastplate armor and wielding a halberd. She was looking at Tar with a sinister intensity.<br/><br/>"Let's get this over with!" she cried out to him, gripping her weapon with both hands. "The sooner I have your head on my spike, the sooner I get out of here!"<br/><br/>(http://www.path-of-radiance.info/images/dl/titania.jpg)