[color=598527][u][center][h2]Gail // Royal Complex Dungeons // Headaches[/h2][/center][/u][/color]

Gail was quite surprised upon being moved, and had to fight the immediate urge to struggle free, remembering that Y'Vanna was the only one in the cell with him. This act on her part surprised him - it was unlike her to get close at all. Even when offering him food during their deals... something she did a lot, come to think of it... she was still kinda stiff, never wont to get close to him.

It was probably the stress, much as he hoped for different. He vaguely heard the sounds and clanks of the guardsmen coming down. And the stench of the porridge. Gail had always prided himself on his cooking. He knew it wasn't much, especially with his level of income. but at least he never made anything that smelled... like that. he chanced removing his hands from his eyes, and discovered that he could indeed do that. He saved sitting up for later, choosing to observe the world via sound. 

The world, however, observed him, one of the guards leering over at him for a moment. Gail felt rather unwilling to get into a staring contest with him, and shut his eyes to avoid it. When he opened them, the guards had left, leaving the unpleasant food and unpleasant thoughts in their wake. He chose to ignore the food for now, still not feeling great. The thoughts though, chose to make their presence known. Special plans... Special plans... what on earth could a useless son of a useless man give to the King that the people about whom he actually cared couldn't? The only obvious answer was some sort of suicide mission. But even then - he wasn't fit for anything like that, either! He hadn't any useful skills outside of his potions, and that wasn't something he could just pump out whenever he wanted. The nervousness stewed with the nausea and his oncoming headache, making the avoidance of irritability a challenge. 

He noticed for the first time another talking. He leaned to look over, but couldn't quite make out its source, the pillar between their and the glow-ey guy's cell obscuring his view. The man's target could be seen. Surprisingly small, she appeared to have managed to sneak something in? Probably not worth it to attempt an escape. Certainly not with him involved. He turned back to the ceiling, as the still unseen man began to raise his voice. Gail sighed, speaking up after he seemed to be done. "Can we maybe not with the yelling?"