Blackfeather Woods There is definitely something rotten in the state of Camazotz

She looked at the woman intently. A spark of recognition had flown to her as she gazed on her, but it was small. Even if she known the woman well, she would be hard pressed to recognize her in this state.

My name is Potema Melonii, She greeted. It was a cold greeting, normal and without much emotion. It was merely her name, after all. She is silent for a moment. And it is in that silence that she hears movement amidst the ambience of the Cave. Her expression sours to confusion; she had not heard about another prisoner. Is there someone else here?