Taking this all in stride at the moment, laying there on the cold stone and tinking over the fuzzy past and what sort of dimensional rift we entered thanks to that stupid scholar. Can never trust humans to know what they are doing when it comes to nature and the multiverse. Occuying my time with lookinging over this cell for any unique markings, to see if they are bringing me back to the same place after our sessions with that necromancer type person.<br/><br/>My primary theory over this level of bizarre torture is my lineage, as my species isn't exactly common in my world, lest in others as well. May think I am some sort of demon. Chuckling to myself over how ridiculous that is, while slight wiggling my tail in protest over this harsh treatment. So badly wanting to see the open air once again and get out of these confining spaces.<br/><br/>When there is noise and sounds out in the hallway, I just sigh out in contempt over the repetitive nature of our captors. Looking over with bored and annoyed eyes, to only see someone different. Watching the strange creature open up the doors and semi-introduce herself, which is even more interesting then the angel talk.<br/><br/>Getting myself up onto an arm to get a better view of this, as I've never seen a creature like that in our world. Will have to research this later, but for now escape is quite the ideal option.<strong>"Why yes, you can indeed hear us. Could you be a sweet and help us escape?"</strong><br/><br/>