War of the Lost Kingdom

The man was large. Definitely imposing. He was in a soldier's Lorica, and he seems as competent as most of the other Drathian soldiers stationed in the fort. You could hear him say clearly: "Yes, miss..." and unholster an axe at his side. He scooped some keys off of his table.

The purple robed figure looked over at the group, raising a brow. It was revealed to be a woman, her white hair in a topknot that fanned down the back of her head. She had yellow eyes that seemed to catch more light than they should, and her purple robe split at the belt to show a pair of baggy pants underneath.

She smiled. "Ah, so there is." she cooed, then turned to face them fully. "You know, it occurs to me I have no reason to stay. Perhaps you could just let me through?" Her voice was low - seething toward the end. She passively looked at Johann while he spoke, then turned her eyes to Ian.

The woman's expression went cold. "Actually, nobody needed to be to blame. I'd just prefer everybody involved dead."

The man began walking toward Finn's cell, passing behind the woman as she spoke.

"I do not recommend picking a fight you cannot win. If you let me pass, you can stop this gentleman from killing your friend."

The cells hold no other occupants. Finn is the only prisoner there.