@Edelgard von Hresvelg
February 19th, Year 109
Contains mentions of slavery and violence.
Sinbad awoke to water lapping at his skin, the cold already beginning to permeate into his bones. All at once, the sleep that clung to his system disappeared in chilly clarity. The walls that imprisoned him was hauntingly familiar, as was the air that blew through the high ceiling's vent. The weight of metal on his throat was a strangling presence, as were the manacles that bound his wrists and ankles. "How" his mind questioned as he shoved himself to his feet, though he wavered in place. Already he was beginning to freeze in the cell, his breathing nothing more than labored puffs.
He was sleeping soundly in his bed, yet now he was back in her captivity. It was too vivid to be a simple nightmare; the metal ball on his leg was too heavy to be anything but real, the bite of the cuffs painful and jarring. Even in his worst of dreams, nothing had come close to this. But it made no sense if the pantheon had simply dumped him back in his world - he had long freed himself of Maader's bonds. How could he be back here, writhing under her punishments once more? It couldn't have been Pandora; unlike the odd realm, here he could feel Fate once more. It was weakened as if there was a distinct lack of people whose lives flowed through the river of destiny, but it was there.
Whatever the situation was, he would slowly freeze if someone did not free him His captors were pleasant enough to rob him of everything, leaving behind not even Zepar's ring. Unless he figured out how to burst through the metal door, he was utterly and completely trapped. Again. Sinbad raised his fists to his face, blowing hot air in a futile attempt to warm his fingers. He carefully edged closer to the door, the water sloshing up to his ankles. He could hear nothing from beyond his cell, not even the coughs of the slaves Maader put in charge of watching those in punishment. When he knocked his fist against the door, there was no answer.
Meanwhile, Edelgard would find herself in a room of cruelty. Tools of all manner hung on the walls, more on the tables that surrounded a metal bed. The floor dipped in the center of the room, the drain set there rusty and stained. At one end of the room was a door creaked open, revealing a hallway that led to the cells of the Mariadel Company. Rukh chirped as they disappeared through the entry, though their appearance was not the reason behind an uncanny feeling of being watched.