Board Thread:RolePlay/@comment-44426813-20200103061012/@comment-174.6.16.240-20200107154438

Celeste was hungry, thirsty, and cold. The guards had ripped her maroon sweater in one of her struggles to get away, so now it was not only exposing her scarred arms, but letting in the cold air of the drafty cell. Celeste crawled into the corner, and curled up into a ball, trying to conserve her warmth.

Sundenly, a paper apeared out of thin air. It slowly fluttered down, coming to a rest in the middle of the room. Celeste got up and approached it slowly, as if it was a bomb. She picked it up, and found it was written in the enlightened langauge, telling her how to get out. Celeste snorted. That wasn't going to work. She wasn't a conjurer or a polygot. It made sense to Celeste knew now why no guard would listen to her. She was speaking the enlightened langauge!

So at least there were other elves here. How much good that do Celeste? Pretty much none.

-Chloe