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Message: <blockquote data-quote="InVinoVeritas" data-source="post: 4790760" data-attributes="member: 41485">Rhiannon nods at Darian's comment. A tear wells up into her eye--a result of the blushing, no doubt.[sblock=for Darian]She knows Ru, but doesn't realize it.[/sblock] Everyone heads down into the bowels of the dungeon, to the cells. <img src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/23/38094144_a13ee89069.jpg" alt="" class="fr-fic fr-dii fr-draggable " data-size="" style="" /> The dungeon cells.Underground, a woman's wails fill the hallway. Standing near the entrance, a surly, bearded human in enforcer garb chomps at the end of a cigar. With a wry, twisted smile, he says, "That's Torhan's girl. She's been crying and wailing all morning." With a chuckle, he adds, "Your girl's much more quiet, Darian."As the man heads upstairs out of the dungeon, he looks at Rhiannon and adds, "Ma'am. Name's Fitch. Let me know if you need any help with that crew you're attached to."The jailer shakes his head. His graying hair is cut short, and he wears a tight-fitting, unadorned plate armor. "Welcome to the dungeons, I'm Mogson, and don't let Fitch color your view of us. You're here to see who? Pigglemorth? Yes, right this way."Paying no attention to Sasha's calls, Mogson opens Pigglemorth's cell and steps back, out of the way.<img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3130/3162319134_e69c4c11fc.jpg" alt="" class="fr-fic fr-dii fr-draggable " data-size="" style="" /> Pigglemorth's cell.Inside, a small man, sits cowered. Still dressed in a workman's leather apron, he sits among the filth on the floor, looking up to see who enters, eyes registering only some familiarity. He says nothing.[sblock=credits]Photos by <a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/hbomb/38094144/" target="_blank">hbomb</a> and <a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/craiglammes/3162319134/" target="_blank">gCarraig</a>.[/sblock]</blockquote>

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