Airedell : at the Duke's pleasure

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There was the sensation of the roof giving way beneath her feet and then

falling

there was dust and broken tile and plaster and shards of wood and a sharp pain in her leg and then

thump

Airedell blinked and coughed involuntarily in a cloud of debris and dust from the caved in ceiling. It took a few flickers for her eyes to focus, for her lungs to clear themselves... and then she realised she was back in the jail, in a cell like the one she and Sfein and Dorian had been held in. The door was open, and outside she could hear the sound of cursing and fighting.

There was something else, too... blood. Looking down, Airedell saw a shard of wood embedded in her calf, a great splinter nearly the length of her hand. Bright, berry red blood oozed from the wound. That was going to need looking at, sooner rather than later...