Stare frowned as he walked past, only then moving as she was away from the bedroom for one of the lackey's they had ended the life of.
"Collecting?" she asked. "No, I am not ..."
Then she glanced down at her belt, frowning. Tucked into the leather cords was the drakescale chestpiece that she assumed was his. Brow lowering over her eyes it took her a moment in idiocy to realise what he was saying exactly. That he did not recognise the corslet. That in fact the keep red thing of high protection did not in fact belong to him, despite the fact it very likely did not belong to any of the guards here. Perhaps the mage? No, surely he would keep his armour with him, not place it in the bottom of a crate in a storeroom full of prisoner's belongings. And the master of this jail, if it was different to the likely mage - the same applied to himself. So that meant that the rich, hide breastplate had once been another prisoner's here. One who had perhaps died, and even aided in the breaking of the door to the cell that had been beside theirs ...
"The man who actually identified me was further down the corridor," Nevin was speaking again.
Snapping her gaze up Stare fixed on the man as he began to talk about the fact that there should be a t-section and - oh yes there was. She paused for a moment, thinking he had now become a blockhead, but then she noticed the light. There was only a single torch in the corridor, and that had belonged to the area just outside the storeroom. For a normal being, with normal eyes, it might not seem that obvious that the bi-secting was there at all. Nevin continued, saying that they should try left, just as Stare hurried over to him. It was only on her fourth pace that she realised she was no longer limping, and could only deduce that the healing potion a la blood that the human had given her had worked.
"If you think we should go down there, then let us go," she nodded, peeking around the corridor herself when she got to him.
Left and right she now noticed the light was still dim, and the corridors here continued on in their stone-cold ugliness, aside from a light glinting at the end of each from a window. Really, the people here could invest in some more lighting, she decided. Doors continued also - perhaps three or four down each before heavy doors cut off the end of each. They were seemingly identical, aside from the distrubution of the doors, but at least there seemed to be no one lurking here.
The likely reason why they had not had any recent (in relative terms) company.
"Try left then," she agreed, and started down it, her eyes steady, and pace fast. "There is nothing back there aside from the stairs ... and then more cells."
