<div class="floatright">(http://i62.tinypic.com/2uorvhc.jpg)</div>Althea Bellamont (https://docs.google.com/document/d/1OZ4JZc8dUtsDDzvje7cu4iKLXCccyiYPLcGb0D9RO2M/edit)<br/><br/>The arrival of the armed guards brings Althea out of a trance, neither awake nor asleep.  She had slept poorly during the night, but the need to conserve energy, especially since she lacked any food to revitalize herself, made her compelled to continue trying to rest.  Her green eyes snap open to glare at their captors, grimacing as they haul her to her feet, then out of the cell.<br/><br/>Following the example of her elven friend, Althea does her best to maintain a cold dignity as they march her along.  It is made a bit more difficult by her lack of pants or skirt, her shapely toned legs bare, on open display before the guards.  Despite the faint color that rises in her cheeks, Althea's lips twist in dark humor; the situation just seemed so absurd.  Curiosity finally compels her to ask.  "So.  Will we be armed for... whoever it is we'll be fighting?  And will we be given pants?"  This last is said with more than a hint of sarcasm.