"A prisoner? Aah..that's just great. I don't do well in prison" Damien leaned against a wall, arms folded, as if waiting for the other man to make a move of some kind. "Well, long as we're here, we might as well get to know eachother, eh? What's your name? And what part of the Kingdom are you from? I've never seen your kind." He noticed that the other man was studying something, something that might be of help. "Whattchya got there? You see somethin'?" Eventually, Damien grew pretty bored, and tried falling asleep, leaning on the wall. He was about to fall asleep, when he looked up, and thought he saw something. "What...the hell?" He grabbed a piece of the moss, still looking at the spot, and threw it at the cieling, to see...something...there. He wasn't sure what. "What is that?!"

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Sa souvraya niende misain ye - I am lost in my own mind.
Sene sovya caba'donde ain dovienya - Luck is a horse to ride like any other.
Dovie'andi se tovya sagain - It is time to roll the dice.
Nesune iro gavane domorakashi? - Speak we what language?
!(/Dirge\)!