Sena was sporting her current fashionable body, what appeared to be a human female with dark amber hair that held a natural curled look to it. The hair hung to her neckline of her clothing (or what they had called clothing to give to her) just past the horrid neck band that kept her from changing her form. As a changeling, she could alter her looks to either sex of a multitude of races and had honestly forgotten what her true race looked like. She instead was now a five foot four, slightly curved woman that looked near exact to a human minus slightly longer fingers. Hard as sh strained, she couldn’t tell you about her recent past maybe it was the collar…maybe it was the gruel they passed off as food but her head was fuzzy on details. Her purple eyes glanced over to her “cell mates” one of the few things she had learned over the past..how many days was it?
Vashaa was a tigerlady or better known as a Beastfolk. The fact that the bestial creature was taller and outweighed her was the least of her concerns. This particular tigerlady was of a druidic clan, best that she could relate followers of the stewards of nature. Sena was never quite sure how to those that could call upon the power of the fey or the gods, but the fact that she had spent numerous coins of items that had been taken from the and left her feeling slightly tainted in the tigerkin’s eyes. One could never be too careful around clerics or druid kind, they have all sorts of codes that if you break made you an enemy. Now tack on to that that her other cell mate was also a druid type and that Vashaa had a very strange colored coat made for a slightly uncomfortable changeling.
Sonya Luniri, the other druid in her life currently, was smaller than her current form. Nearly a foot shorter and about half her weight, Sena was sure if a fight occurred she could take the small child looking druid. But much like her own kind, Sonya’s appearance was deceptive. She had learned that this child like creature was in fact an elf and “older” that her by nearly twenty years. Two decades of experience more that the Changeling expert. Although their was some mixed information about elves developing slower that their human counter parts, they wasn’t room to leave her out of her mind as a potential threat.
Now she knew Snark, the goblin across the way alright. They had done a few jobs together before…maybe they had gotten caught on a job? Damn this blaster collar, surly that is why she couldn’t remember. But if anyone could figure out how to unlock the collar device it would have been Snark. He was an inventor of sorts, that she remembered. And if he could figure out how to unlock it, Sena was sure she had to the skill to do it.
Laying down on the improvised bed, a mat filled with what felt like straw, rocks and maybe dead cats from the smell, the Changeling looked up as the Warden walked in. ‘Hurray another tasteless meal..’ she muttered under her breath. As he began to speak, a mild rush of excitement and pankick flushed over her.
What had she done? What had happened?
But she couldn’t let him know that! No! It was best to try and gleam information through speak tricks that to let the man holder her here that she had no clue what was going on.
“Tell me oh wonderful Warden,” she gave a mock bow, “What is it we get out of helping with the problem. I quite like this cell of mine, maybe I could just stay here while you deal with the problems yourself?”
She paused a moment trying to gague the situation.