Alaedra slowly comes to. She cannot precisely remember what happened to her, or where she is. The long, creaking sound of old, rusted chains is continuous. The floor beneath her seems to be made of cold metal, with holes in it. But she isn't naked, that's a plus. She even has her weaponry.<br/><br/>The swinging continues. From a short distance, the sound of someone rattling on a cell door, calling out, begging to be released. From below, the unforgettable sound of a lash and a scream of agony. If she opens her eyes, the floor consists of a series of 1' square panels with long, thin, parallel holes, all held together by large bolts. The metal seems to be stained with blood.<br/><br/>The air is quite cool, here. There is a faint swaying sensation, as though in a suspended cage, or perhaps on a rope bridge or something similar. There is a loud clanking tapping sound, as of footsteps, with a rattling of chains, a great many chains. Still, the swinging noise goes on.