Jazdia listened as if the news were yesterday's occasion to her. She walked to the counter, helped herself with another Tertagorian bread, and returned to the fireplace. 

And only by then her eyes wandered, silence engulfed the room after Cedar voiced his contention, and the bear was not afraid. Though, he slightly underestimated the precarious situation he was in.  

[color=ec008c]"I do not completely agree with what Baker said. Though he was right about not trusting Fredricus, I do have my own theory." [/color]After sipping a quarter part of her tea, she looked at Cedar. Intrigued by the words he uttered before. [color=ec008c]"Imagine if the King knows what you are capable of. Oh, he would love to add you to his collections,  Maybe not as his rug or trophy, but as a weapon. A chained weapon, locked into his dungeon, only be used at war. Well-fed but caged and shackled. Not entirely dissimilar to that blindfolded girl we rescued earlier." [/color]