Meanwhile in the dungeons, Larson slumped against the cold stone of his prison, slightly groggy. "You know, you probably deserve this." A young voice said. Larson's head shot up towards the door. It was dark in the prison and he could barely see anything. He looked through the bars, but only saw the numerous guards placed there. A short laugh erupted. "You can't see me because it's dark. Ha."

Larson scowled, "Who are you? Are you another guard that stupid dwarf sent to watch me?" He snorted.

The voice laughed, "No."

"Well then who are you?"

"Nobody." It answered.

Larson raised an eyebrow, "Then why are you here?"

The figure stepped into the dim light that was shining from a window high up. It was a young dwarf girl, "I was bored." She said simply.

"Well then you might as well leave. It's just as boring down here." Larson folded his arms across his chest.

She shrugged, "Eh, it was a little more interesting than listening up there to your partner talk to my uncle and cousins." The instant she said that, Kítra knew she shouldn't have.

Larson stood up quickly and walked to the bars, "So, what were they saying?"

"Nothing. I have to go." Kítra said curtly and whirled around to leave.

"Wait!" Larson reached through the bars towards her. A guard turned angrily to him and hit his arm, pushing it away from Kítra.

Kítra whirled around again. "How dare you!" She snapped angrily. Then Kítra turned around and walked to her room. 'That was close.' She thought, 'I shouldn't have said anything.' She thought regretfully.

Larson pulled back and retreated to the stone bench. He leaned his head in his hands, dejectedly.

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Okay...so yes I do realize how short this chapter was, but it is really only a filler.

Anyway though, I hope you enjoyed it:)

Ithildae, Evara, and Aris