<Timore> For all reasons and purposes, a basic private was walking down the street towards the gaol. For all reasons and purposes, that private very much seemed like a normal every day guard of the town. A young, handsome fellow. Likely signed up as soon as the age was allowed to do so, though it seemed that despite the young features, the eyes have seen all. Orbs of the bloodiest red, focused and determined. For all reasons and purposes, the door to the Gaol is opened and proper paperwork filled out or signed over, to 'check' up on one of the prisoners located here.
* Sill is asleep in her cell and will probably stay as such for the next.. five hours at least. She's dirty, and has dried blood on her garments, but passed out asleep despite the discomforts.
<Timore> A glance is offered to Sill at one end, before traveling down to the other. As clearance is given, and he walks past the guard that happened to be at the desk or whatever, a little smirk forms on the corner of his lips. Fooling the simple was, simply too easy. Down to the opposite end would he confidently walk, turning then to face the cell in which Calandra was stuck in. He would not have long. The other, real, guard was expected
<Timore> The other, real, guard was expected to arrive shortly. A mailed hand raised and quietly knocked on one of the bars.
* Calandra has taken to pacing her small cell, patience thinning with each step. Past the point of exhaustion, numb and sore she paused in the midst of her mindless walk to stare blankly at the young guard. Now someone comes, perhaps they realized their mistake? Doubtfully. "My cousin?" asked hoarsely, her concern expressed. She'd not seen the girl since their separation.
<Timore> .."Is fine." The stoic guard glances over a shoulder so that he may step backward and lean against a wall, folding arms across his chest. "I am going to keep this brief, Miss Calandra, simply because my time is brief." The illusion is almost immediately dispelled at that point, bringing to reveal a man clad entirely in black, including a skintight mask that covers all features except those freakish blood red eyes. "I can help you, unless you wish to summon the guard and have me removed."
* Calandra stared at the man for a long moment, a flash of confusion riddling her weary features. Just who was this person and how did he know of her? "Help me?" dark brows furrowed suspiciously as she peered more closely "How? Who are you?"
<Timore> There was very little that could be discerned from peering closer, for everything was the color of the night. Leather, sheathes, scabbards. An intelligent eye would take note of a vast array of hidden weaponry; it would almost seem the man was a walking armory. "Let us merely say my profession earns me a good deal of money, and I stand to make a lot out of this. Now. Did you do what you are accused of, or do all the guilty plead innocence?" A second intelligent eye would hazard a guess, considering the information given; he is a hired hand of sorts.
<Calandra> "Money? So that's what this is about then? I'll have no part in it." she drew back a step, her tone of voice growing firm. Weight shifting from one foot to the other. She would not be used as a pawn in this. Not this time. "I know what I've been accused of and my answer remains firm. I had nothing to do with it."
<Timore> "Sometimes, Calandra, the only people you can trust are complete strangers." Oh, how wickedly smooth is voice was and how that spark of dark mischief burned in those eyes. "If you refuse to tell me the story, perhaps there is a way that I may earn your trust by some, other means. As I stated, this is an opportunity I dare not pass up." Patience seemed a virtue, at least with him.. and at least for now. Silence would ensue in some minor hope that she would give him something to do.
* Calandra drew forward a step, considering. His offer was tempting. "Then go." she drew in a slow breath, fighting with her dislike and distrust of guards long enough to give her answer. "I will take my chances as I am." stubbornness. It would be her undoing.
<Timore> "I shall send flowers to known relatives." That impatience nearly boiled over then. Arms would unfold across his chest and a whisper of arcane magic would be uttered, resetting the illusion into place that made him easily slip in here under a guise as a guard. An annoyed and disappointed look is shot in her direction, before shoving off of the wall to turn upon heel and slowly begin his march back out of the building. The frustration was quickly put under, as other ways were drawn up to suck himself into this game.
<Calandra> The wouldn’t really execute an innocent person. Would they? Fear and frustration boiling up within her she watched the strange man walk away obviously upset with her answer. Sighing heavily she sagged back against the rough stone wall and shivered.
<Lt_Kilborn> The appearance of the guards wasn't actually set on any particular schedule, but Timore had been fortunate enough in his timing regardless, as he departed mere moments before a group of five guardsmen made their way down the cellblock towards the one that Calandra was languishing in. "Good afternoon." Was offered, pleasantly enough
* Calandra glanced up from where she rested against the cold damp wall, the conversation she'd had with her mysterious visitor still sharp in her mind. Now that was timing. Tired grey-green eyes skipped from one face to the next, otherwise silent and unmoving. There were so many of them, It only took two to get her there.. why so many now?
<Lt_Kilborn> One of them was probably relatively well known to Calandra. The foul smelling man that always seemed to have a wad of tobacco in his mouth the size of a small orange. It certainly made his cheeks rather large. One of them directed that chap, towards the cell door. A stream of spittle off to the side, and the man made his approach, unlocking the door and holding it open. "Come with us please." The leader of the men stated, two of the guards moving in towards Calandra.
* Calandra wrinkled her nose up in outright disgust at the man chewing the tobacco. It was a disgusting habit that did nothing but compliment the pungent stench of his own body odor. "What for?" she questioned warily, drawing back further into the small cell... away from the approaching guardsmen.
<Lt_Kilborn> The lieutenant shifted on his feet for a moment, while the two guards in the cell would move to put a hand on each of Calandra's shoulders. "You have been charged with the murder of Tyralor McDougal. We are going to get your statement of events" They would be moving to usher Calandra along.
* Calandra swallowed past the painful lump in her throat. "I didn't murder anyone." she answered lowly, doubting they cared one way or the other. One of her dearest friends was dead and they had the nerve to point fingers at her. Reluctantly she was drug from her cell, one of her, and five of them.. there was little choice not to go.
<Lt_Kilborn> There was a nod from the Lieutenant at that claim. They didn't truly expect otherwise. She was led from the cell, and through the gaol in relative silence, until they reached another floor. Another enclosed room that they ushered her into. Here at least, she would only be outnumbered three to one. The door closing behind her leaving her with three of the guardsmen. A table was in the middle of the room, with a chair on either side. she was directed towards one of them. Another table off to the side had parchment and writing utensils, and one of the guardsmen went there. The Lieutenant moved to take a seat opposite of where Calandra would be sitting. The last guardsman, after directing Calandra to sit, would lounge against the wall a half dozen feet behind her.
* Calandra settled into the chair and into an uneasy silence, fidgeting nervously with he edge of her sleeve. After a glance was given to each of the two guards, then one past the Lieutenant seated across from her. She was trapped.
<Lt_Kilborn> "Please state your full name, for the record." The man opposite asked, once everyone was seated and the guard in charge of keeping notes on the entire conversation was ready to start copying the information down
<Calandra> "Calandra.." she answered, pausing shortly after. They asked for her full name, something only a small handful of people knew. "Saviya Calandra Lyubitshka-Darridan" she corrected herself. Woe to the guard who actually had to spell it.
<Lt_Kilborn> There was a brief pause for a moment by all three of them. Then the Lieutenant inquired...."What is the name of the companion you were with last night?" leave it to them to ask awkward questions.
<Calandra> "Sill?" she asked using her childhood nickname for the girl.. assuming that he was referring to her cousin who'd also been arrested that same night.
<Lt_Kilborn> Another moment of pause amongst the guards for a nominal amount of time. "That's it?" The Lieutenant inquired
<Calandra> "You wanted her full name?" she frowned, glancing between them
<Lt_Kilborn> "If you don't mind." The Lieutenant inquired quietly. The only names they'd had before for either of them were Sill and Calandra. A comment someone had made on the night of the murder that had identified them.
<Calandra> "Darridan-Babtista" she sighed offering up her poor cousin's surname, their relation on her father's side... thus cooperating.. so far.
<Lt_Kilborn> There was another moment's of pause by the lot of them, before they shifted a trace in their seats, and seemed to refocus the questioning into the direction that they wanted it to go. "What was your relationship to Sill Barridan Babtista?" Was the first question they asked.
<Calandra> "Darridan" she corrected the man, providing him with a helpless shrug "She's my cousin. What does my relation to her have to do with anything?"