Elenor looks down on the courtyard of the palace, where no guards are in sight. They're all inside at the warmth of their hearths as the shift changes. Her time window is short, and she crawls down the side of the wall as quickly as she can, gliding the rest of the way to the iron door of the dungeon block she's looking for.

She'd watched this door before on the nights she contemplated trying to free her old ally. But she'd never got round to it, and he'd reprimanded her for suggesting such an idea. But she was glad that she had scouted it in the first place - it meant she could slip in the right door the first time.

Two guards grumbled by a fire, something about being annoyed they hadn't been relieved of their duty left. They hunched over, heavy batons propped up within their arms' reach. Serious weaponry was restricted for more important duties then, it seemed.

She grabbed one of their batons, swinging it and striking the first in the head with a dull clanging noise. The other jumped up, snatching his baton up. Adrenaline coursed through her veins and she grinned as she spun her baton and let it go. It shot into his stomach, protected only by cheap leather armour. His grip loosened and she shot forward, delivering a swift strike to his neck. She finished the two of them off so they couldn't identify her, searching them and taking a loop of keys.

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The straw bed makes a cracking noise after being weakened by the fire and finally giving up the ghost as it gets hammered. Underneath a secret compartment is revealed.

A rat squeaks in fright at the back of the cell, disappearing under the straw bed and down into the compartment, bounding away with echoing noises of fright.

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Glancing back to the door, Elenor's grin faded. She had a few minutes at best to create herself a diversion or be caught in here.

She stepped into the main corridor of the dungeon and called out: "That dragon from before. Which cell are you in?"

Lazi pushed away the burned straw and stared at the compartment curiously, what was in there. She looked inside the compartment, hearing someone ask where someone was, guessing it was her she yelled "Over here," before going back to exploring.

A tunnel appears from hiding, dusty and dark. There are recent talon prints in the stone dust. The sounds of distant, trickling water can be heard.

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Elenor approaches, pushing her face up to the barred window in the door. The other dragon seemed to be examining the floor, but she couldn't see what was so fascinating as the dragon's body blocked her view.

"Come on," Elenor says, peering at the keys. Each have a mark on them, and she compared it to one on the door, starting to unlock it. "You're getting out," she raised her voice. "The rest of you are getting out of here too, so you'd better be ready to fly."

"Wait," She said jumping into the tunnel "I think I know where your friend went."
She looked at the talon prints, weird, what was down here and how had the guards not found this... unless they had. And water, her throat was parched, water would do her some good, she started to walk down the tunnel, leaving the prison behind her.

Mali was squirming, "What is it?" She asked gently. Cesura wondered if Mali knew something she did not. It would be interesting to hear what the dragonet had to say. If she could understand it that is.

Cesura finishes up with the satchels and pouches before reaching over to the table and grabbing the vails of grey liquid. She picks up a hand-made belt meant to go around her neck, over her chest, and behind one of her front legs. She slips the vials into small pockets. They fit snugly into them.

Mali stopped instantly, looking up t Cesura before saying "Fowllo em," She smiled, grabbed Cesura's talon and took off out of the tent. She walked down the road, looking around before cutting to the right. After a bunch of zigzagging they finally reached a small worn down house.
"Ohme! Doof!" She pointed at the house, jumping up and down excitedly.

"Woah! Hang on there." Cesura got dragged quickly down a series of paths, "Food?" Had Mali just found food? Cesura was really hungry. She didn't know how much more hunger she could take. It was cruel what the empire did. Starving dragons just because they could.

There were alot more beggers nowday, food was lacking and the general mood of the town had changed quite a bit, it reminded him of some darker times of his past in a way. Shaking his head to try and snap out of this he repeated the sentences he had heard his whole childhood in his head like if it was a spell. You are perfect, you are nobody can surpase you, you are in the right...

As years had passed he had started to doubt it but casting that away would mean that he was wrong to go against his clan's wishes, that he was in the wrong not to give himself to the empire, and he refused this fact even more.

*Doof! Doof! Doof!*
Mali said before running to the small house. The house itself was made of rusty metal sheets, with a roof that looked like it would collapse any second. Mali opened the door, almost pulling it off its hinges in the process of doing so. She ran inside, a smile across her face, finally... food!
The house was bad, the ground was just packed down dirt, there was a slab of rusty metal in the middle of the floor, which stood out of place. There where a couple beds of different types of animal fur and a jug of water. Mali ran to the rusty metal slab and pulled it away, revealing a tiny hole in the ground. In the hole there was some food, water, seeds and what seemed to be a small droopy plant.

Cesura ran in after Mali. The house looked pretty run down. The roof was rickety and a shiver crawled her spine when she thought of what could happen when it fell. There was no floor and there was some metal on the floor. Some items were revealed when Mali pulled back the metal, "Whats that Mali?"