The door shut. Silence fell. Avis let out a huge groan and folded her arms. Looking around the room she saw three doors, one going back to the corridor, one opposite it with a small window within, and perpendicular to these the door Vitruvion and Brer has disappeared through. A sudden feeling of déjÃ* vu came over her as she realised this was the exact set out of her old bedroom. Curiousity struck into her and she headed over to the windowed room, partly intrigued and partly disgusted. Holding her arms around her she narrowed her eyes, staring at the window, the view coming clearer with every step. She saw glimpses of red, stone, furniture - then a limo formed in her throat when she saw it. It was her old room. Now empty, void, and in dimness. But still the same one, with the bed, the tapestries and the swathes of material.

Trust Vitruvion to leave her here. For his own amusement.

Hating it, she turned swiftly around and stalked over to one of the plain tables, placed against a wall. Shifting the ropes and mancles on it to the side she moved onto the surface and tucked her legs under her. Leaning back she summoned up the will to be incredibly bored, realising then she should have brought her book. Yes, she could probably head into her old room and hunt around in search for one there that she had maybe left in a hurry, but then what was the point? Vitruvion had told her to stay in this room, so she would. Knowing what circumstances lay in wait for her if she disobeyed him. Especially here, where all he wanted to be was in power.

Cupping her hands on her lap she let her eyes wander up to the ceiling, to not look at the bonds and other items of the room. That was one thing she did not regret with her new life - that she did not have to have herself bound constantly. Though the cuff at her wrist was its own manacle in its own way, there was still the fact she could walk and roam and move as she liked. She was determined to never be bound, never again.

The sound of a handle being depressed. She first glanced to where Vitruvion had strode through, but that door was still. And her old bedroom - well, it was empty save for the ghosts of her memories. Instead the one from the corridor was slowly moving and the sounds of several pairs of feet could be heard behind it. Scuffling, shuffling, and -

The door swung open. And one individual that Avis had put her mind to never seeing again appeared. Blaze. Vitruvion's 'guest' for more than two years. Dressed in nothing but a thin shirt, with her hands in manacles before her. And behind her were four guards, two humans and two elves, all bearing quarterstaffs. Her retinue.

As soon as Blaze saw Avis she stopped, wild red hair seeming to dance with fury. Just like her maddened eyes. Avis looked back, on the edge of the table, poised and tense. No idea what to say.

Silence. Fury. Irritation.

Gently Blaze was encouraged forwards by one of her guards. He was a man called Bertran, if Avis remembered, one who had been assigned to her for her first few weeks. Then Brer had formally taken over.

Bertran stepped in, eyes directly at Avis.

"What are you doing here? And where is your master?"

Avis tore her eyes away from Blaze with unease to turn to the guard. She sucked in her breath before answering.

"If you mean Vitruvion he had gone through there," she pointed with a clawed hand at where he had disappeared. "And I am in this precise room because this is where he told me to stay. If that is a problem, bring it up with him and not me." She lowered her hand to grip the edge of the table again.

Bertran paused. He looked a little confused but nodded. "Right. I see. We were told to bring ..." He gestured lamely at Blaze. Avis finished the sentence in her head. 'Told to bring Blaze here.' To the same room. Clearly this had been deliberate.

"Fucking bastard," Avis muttered underneath her breath, as she still saw Blaze staring at her, incredulous. The kenku paused, then went on. "He has some form of business. If you want him, go find him."

Bertran paused for a moment, then turned back to his comrades. He exchanged a few looks and a few short mumbled words that Avis could hardly here. Very gently they turned to Blaze, and led her over to the wall. Avis dared to watch as the fiery-haired beauty was sat down in a chair, then her ankles, torso and arms bound to it. Her wrists remained in the manacles, and her eyes remained on Avis, seething with anger. She hardly fought but kept herself tall with pride, taking the treatment as if she bared it every day.

Which perhaps she did.

Once done the guards stepped back. Bertran looked over to Avis, squinting his eyes slightly, studying her clothes and unbound form. She gave him a blank look as if to say, 'I dare you to even try.' in response he gave a small smile and turned, heading through the door Avis had indicated. The rest of the guards headed out the way they had come, presumably to take up stance there.