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mesen-ka is not far behind her. a smirk of approval drags her stiff lip upward; the coyote-girl is dragged haplessly.
it's a long walk to the catacombs, and every step of the way zaahira's grip only tightens. she can taste a hint of blood; but at the end of the day, it does not matter. her muscles ache with the pulse of adrenaline as she leads the girl toward an open cell.
the jodai takes a seat in front of her, and kingsguard is directed to keep watch. you are to remain here under surveillance by the order of the palace guards, and you are to answer any questions we ask you truthfully, her tongue passes over her lips in a serpentine motion. we have reasonable suspicion that you may be involved in a murder.