Cheese & Garlic

Her rounds of the dungeon were now mapped enough in her mind that Nyllian didn’t require sight to navigate the hallways. She was still struggling to sleep on an actual bed rather than a threadbare hay mat or the cold slabs themselves, in some cases she sleepwalked, finding an empty one to actually rest in unless she was in her Master’s bed.

Voices filtered through her dosing mind though, and with an absent wave of her hand the air picked up around her. Her gait halted, the black pools of her eyes opening to an empty hallway while the voices still echoed from further ahead. The words caused her head to tilt, brow furrowing in recognition, then unfurling again with a chuckle.

Ignoring the bones collecting behind her, Nyllian tracked the direction of the prevented escapee, feet almost carrying her into the hallway as a skip.

[color=#b20080]“Oh did the little bird try to fly away? Pretty thing, you know that’s bad manners, yes?” [/color]Nyllian called from the far end. [color=#b20080]“No, I’m afraid we’re not quite done with you yet. Haven’t even gotten to play with you yet.”[/color] Her giggle came out almost like a maddening cackle, reaching the lackey handling the girl for him to pause and wait on the necromancer.