Mylanna hears the sounds down the hall, lifting her head, knowing in her heart that the news had spread, and a lynch mob was on it's way to kill her.  A fighter by nature, she would not be able to bring herself to taking the life of a commoner, even if arriving as a mob.  They were not the enemy, they were simply frightened townsfolk trying to protect themselves, even if by wrongful means.  Greeted by the sound of a single set of footfalls, she cocks her head to the side, confusion on her face.<br/><br/>She is slightly surprised by the sight of the woman, and also relieved.  She knew the knight would slay her without remorse if she needed, but she was also not without compassion and understanding.  Mylanna releases her hold on her legs as the knight slides the plate of food into her cell, moving forward to take it only after the knight had sat down and began talking.  Now she had some understanding the meaning behind the scuffle outside the dungeon door.<br/><br/>She starts with the meat, taking small bites as she breaths in its scent, trying to mask the general stench of the dungeon.  Her eating manners are delicate, savoring the taste and texture.  Next comes the vegetables, which she consumes a bit more greedily, enjoying the textures and subtle flavors.  She savors the last bite of vegetables before breaking the bread into pieces and using it to mop up the plate.  Only then does she take the apple in hand, laying one leg on the floor bent before her, the other upright before her, and leaning back against the wall.  She nibbles at the apple, closing her eyes, breathing a soft sigh as the corners of her mouth slightly turn upward.<br/><br/><em>"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 ever 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?"</em><br/><br/>Mylanna looks at the knight, "I would be on the run for the rest of my life, etching out an existence away from people, even my own Tel'Quessir.  I am a protector.. my role of scout serves to protect those who employ me, those who travel in their names, and the bystanders that cross our path.  My younger training was turned towards mostly orcs that threatened my people... now I fight only those who pose threat to the caravan and travelers, and those of the villages and towns where they market their goods.  My name and abilities are known among the traders up and down the coast, should I lose my position with the traders here, I can always find a place elsewhere.  I do not concern myself with the politics or machinations of the trading families.  I met Lord Calistorn once some time ago, when he came to see a caravan off near the city gates.  Lars introduced me, and then I moved off to ready the scouts.  I had no interest one way or the other in him or the heads of the trading houses.  I know of no reason for a scout such as myself to want to kill him, even if he knew of my gi... curse.  With no proof of it, I would move on and find a scouting position somewhere else.  I will not, did not, take the life of an innocent."<br/><br/>Here she pauses, looking at the knight, biting at her lower lip, considering whether or not to share more with her.  With an audible sigh she decides to speak, "I enjoy the favors of both men and women, but my true weakness is for women... the soft and yielding curves, the scent of their body, I think you saw what effect you had on me...  It's intoxicating, leaving me defenseless.. and I fear in the throes of ecstasy I might afflict them with my gift, or shift and do worse... so for almost 10 years I have avoided such contact, even though it pains me to do so.  I do not allow myself to lose control like that, nor do I shift unless I have absolutely no choice..."  At this point she stops speaking, tilting her head back to rest against the wall, her eyes closing, and a few tears making their way down her cheeks.