For a time, you are left alone with little more than the sound of silence to greet your ears, save for any ones that you may make yourself.  After what feels and seems like ages, sounds begin echoing down the hallway, what sounds like an argument from behind a heavy door.  A couple of loud thuds, some screaming, and then screaming of a stronger, authoritative sort follow, with silence following up after that.  The sound of a door opening and shutting heavily in the distance meet your ears after that, then the sounds of soft footsteps on hard-soled boots echo down the hall, coming closer and closer to your cell.<br/><br/>Walking into view is the same aged knight, carrying a stool in one hand, and what appears to be a metal plate in the other, laden with a small portion of food, and not the usual dungeons slop; bread, a cooked meat, a number of vegetables, and a small half-apple lay upon the plate.  She sets the stool down across from your cell, walks over, and slides the plate through the slot on the ground into the cell with Mylanna is in.  She then moves to take her seat upon the stool, crossing her legs and showing the long, armor-clad boots she wore, along with the heavy skirt extending down to her knees.<br/><br/>"Eat, if you're hungry; it's not poisoned or lined with silver... I made sure of that myself." she says, pulling what seems to be the other half of the apple upon the plate out from behind her breastplate, taking a bite out of it as she watches you in your cell.<br/><br/>A moment later, after glancing at her gauntlet, she makes a 'tsk' sort of sound and begins rubbing the knuckles of the gauntlet upon her knight-robe, wiping off what seems to be fresh, crimson blood.  That done, she goes back to eating the apple half, watching you do whatever it is you're doing rather keenly, remaining silent through the entirety of her meager snack.<br/><br/>It's after a time of silence, with her simply watching you with some sort of interest, that she finally speaks to you, breaking the heavy silence.<br/><br/>"You could have tried to flee, and a scout of your caliber might have stood a chance of escaping me." she says, a heavy tone of curiosity laden in her far softer words as a foot begins tapping on the cold ground, echoing down the hall "But you didn't... you let me arrest you, the first lycanthrope I've<em>ever</em>arrested, out of all forty three I've been sent after now.  Why?  Surely you must know your chances of being proven not guilty, even if you are so... so why?"