#anywhere

Adam takes a breath, swallows, and describes the Dame as he sees her.

"Okay. Close your eyes, and try to look past that. Look for something that doesn't make sense. Hard to do in our world. I know' Bachdion says

Adam looks, and passes out!

.........

Siv curses in Norwegian

"Ow!" Sylvi cries out, half in pain and half in outrage. "What the heck...?!"

They appear to be in a cell

Once she registers this, Sylvi's eyes go wide. "Siv...." a cautious tone as she gets to her feet, reaching in her pocket for her phone.

"Stone, bars, looks to be a typical pad lock" Siv mutters

Sylvi finds her phone

"I'm calling Dad..."

"Let her rip" Siv says, reaching into her hair

Her own hair that is

Sylvi listens, hoping to hear Olgar's voice.

and no connection.

no service

"Nothing," she reports, then bites her lip as she examines the bars and walls.

There's a sound of clicking.. as she sees Siv picking the lock

Sylvi knocks shave-and-a-haircut on one of the walls to bunk willowwhisper. "Where are we?" she asks almost before the bunk is finished.

_Welcome to the dungeon
We've got fun 'n' games
We got everything you deserve
Honey, you did bad things for shame
This are the prison that can find
Threats that make you bleed
If you try to escape, honey_

Click the door opens then Siv blinks "Did it just sing song a death threat?"

but Sylvi has more questions so needs to keep whispering

She gapes for a second, then blinks again. "What...are the rules?"

"No wayfare gets you out, no messages get past. Others in this dungeon will hunt you, better hope you last. Somewhere there's a door, some where there's a key. You're gonna need them both, you thieves if you want to get free."

A determined frown. "Who jails us?"

"We're on your SIDE, ALanbari..." A mutter "You twit"

Wide eyes, "Siv, it thinks we're the pirates who stole it!"

"Great, just great" Siv says "Well, we can just go back in the cell and lock it and hope someone visits us...but.. who am I kidding? Monsters? Dungeon ? Bring it on"

Sylvi checks to see if she has her Bowie knife on her, or any supplies at all.

She does have the knife.

And a few supplies that can make servicble bunks. Her purse is with her. And women can do a lot with a purse

Siv draws her rapier

"Okay...so...you have a sense of which way first?"

Knife in hand.

"Not a clue. You got lip stick?"

"I do." She fishes it out of her purse with a sigh. "There goes that allowance."

"Shall we go right?"

"We use that to leave marks where we've been, and yeah, pick a direction. Little arrows to show which way we went. "

Sylvi marks an 'S' on the wall opposite their cell. "That's for Start. Okay...." She adds an arrow pointing right, takes a breath. "Let's go."

"Ooo... raspberry delight. Nice shade for us troll girls"

and Siv moves on

"I can always get more," Sylvi comforts herself, armed with her knife in one hand and her lipstick in the other. "Colton would get a kick out of this image."

"Colton's biased" But a chuckle

"Yeah." A mark.

"I find it amusing myself" A gruff voice says

Siv blinks "Who said..."