[sblock=Anitol]Upon a closer look at the silk veil, Anitol sees that it is rather more than a simple piece of gossamer cloth. Upon closer inspection, he sees a number of small cloth patches of various shapes.
"I'm sure if you can't figure out what to do with it, maybe one of your 'riff-raff' cellmates may be able to help."
With that, Tiadora rises and calls out,
"Guards! We're done here!"
Her message delivered, she rises as Blackerly and the guards return. Immediately, her demeanor once more changes and she is again a perfect picture of grief.
“No, I can’t bear to leave you!” She gives Anitol a kiss on the cheek. The kiss is ice-cold and feels somehow alien and inhuman.
Tomas shakes his head.
“I’m afraid it’s time, miss.”
Tiadora looks deep in Tomas’ eyes and says,
“Thank you for letting me say good-bye. There’s no need to search my dearest. You are such a good friend for letting me see my dearest one more time.”
“Such a good friend,” Tomas repeats, his voice almost mechanical. Then the watch sergeant seems to snap out of it and bows politely.
“A pleasure, madam,” as Tiadora leaves, unveiled. Her eyes meet Anitol's one last time and she briefly gives him a wicked smile.
“Three days,” telepathically echoes in the man's mind.
“Don’t disappoint me, dearest”.
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Let me know if you want anything about the image of the veil clarified.
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The visitation concluded, Anitol is taken back to his cell by the cadre of guards and shackled once more. Lights are dimmed and the door to the cell block is locked. With looks of disdain, Blackerly and the guards depart, leaving all of you again to your own devices.