: Days seemed to blend into weeks, weeks into months. For the time being, Devin was kept on display. A 'treasure' among all the other artifacts the obease glutton that was Kraygor, had come to aquire. She served as entertainment at his feasts, the bringer of his wine and food, his slave. Though she was confined to his quarters, chained helplessly to his bed. Never did he force himself upon her, Atleast, not as of yet.. He did have a habit of letting his hands roam where ever he wished, but why not? She was his prize, the long lost daughter he never had.. Greedily his eyes would always move to her, as if deeply plotting her fate and future. :
:Late within the tidings of one evening a cloaked figured was dragged into the main room, Devin sat sparled out aside the jelatinous mass of Kraygor. Two his lackeys held the form up as the overlord barked out in a the deserts tongue.. Little was learned.. The persons items were stripped and taken.. The form, carried back out to the desert for the fates to decide.. Calling out lightly the large mans eyes glimmered as he looked upon one jewel among the many within this thieves pouch.. A small emerald bound with writing of gold. :
"Spider.. Come.. My quarters... Now.."
: It was not a wish, it was a command.. Devin was tugged behind him some feet, the chains dangling from his palm as the drow walked along the side of the obease figure.. Discussing something. She could only hear idle chatter.. some words they spoke on.. A endless amounts of gold.. Something about power.. And the words.. Eternity and lifetime.."
:After a short discussion the drow broke from the group with the jewel in hand.. The evening fell deeper to the grasps of night.. The moons rose and cast their eerie light upon the deserts sands.. The soundof a jostled window would awake the crimson locked thief, only to see that same cloaked figure approach. Kneeling aside her a set of azure eyes flickered to hers:
"here is a key.. find your freedom.. find your freedom and return the jewel to its alter..*cough* go.. go now.. save this land...please.."
:turning the figure darted back towards the window as footsteps approached.. a small trail of blood was evident .. The question was. What now, was Devin to do?: