Sanria rose from the boulder after drifting off to a quiet sleep. The birds twittered and chattered on the branches above her, and even with all her connections to the beauty of nature around her, Sanria found a near miss by her head - left by the chirping bombers above. She ran a hand through her hair and decided to waste no more time. "Defero ad gentiliatis o caeles - com incolumitas, celeritas, et mea gratia aeternus." In a twisting column of mist, a black door grew from the ground. Through this, Sanria stepped, and ended in her clan hall. For one in a clan which knows so much, the location of the Paxian jail was a snippet for which she required a map.
Sanria traversed the hall with a look of consternated contemplation, a diametrically opposite pair of emotions, in order to pass her fellow clan members without fear of interruption. In a clan where knowledge is revered, seldom is one bothered when such a look is on ones face. She reached the quiet Anthenaeum and the many tomes which held both ancient and modern maps. It was to her benefit she had asked none where the jail was - her face was red enough knowing it was a short stroll from Market Square. With a few passing nods, Sanria reached the magical passage which gave her access to Market Square. Within moments, she stood before a marble building. It chilled her to be in such a pristine place, and unnerved her a bit more to see the various insignias worn by the guards. Order of Justice.
Passing through the upright and massive girth of the pillars, a door with a brass plaque caught her eye: "Jail." It never seemed to do for any OOJ officer to waste time being superfluous. At the base of the narrow stairwell, the smell of piss and sour milk set up camp within her nostrils. It was dank, it was dark, and the guard looked both irritated, and glad to see her. "Excuse me, where can I find Remus?"
"No visitors." The guard was a large man, who, upon the interruption, stood up - hitching up his pants and sticking out his chest.
"It has been quite some time since I have heard a voice of the fairer sex," a voice called.
"Please... only a moment..."
With a simple nod, Sanria was granted access to the prisoner, and upon reaching him she couldn't contain her dismay. Remus' eyes were bandaged completely over. Indeed, he was rather large man - though rather rough for wear. "Oh this won't do... you can't see?"
"I see that you were gasping in surprise dear lady."
"Lithanus didn't tell me this... it just won't do."
"Lithanus... Lithanus sent you?"
"Yes," Sanria sighed, her head now against the bars of the cell. "Throm is missing."
"Hmm, I should have killed the little bugger when I had the chance. Throm??"
Sanria elaborated on her very, very, very limited amount of knowledge the fact that Throm had left her side and not told her where he was heading. Now, he could be in danger. As they spoke, more information appeared to drop from the sky - as though the man who Remus knew, the father Lithanus knew, and the man Sanria knew – were in fact, three different people altogether. Here, from Remus, she discovered Throm had once been a scout and had had dealings in Vector.
None-the-less, she would not allow her personal worries and misgivings intrude upon what she felt was at the very least, her duty to a dear friend. She did loved Throm and she would absolutely see to his wellbeing. With this in mind, and a polite request for Remus never to mention a thing to Throm, Sanria set about to seduce the guard into an immediate cup of tea.
Reluctantly, the guard rose and Sanria escorted him to the street. "Oh, my dear, I have forgotten my pack. Please... wait here and don't leave," her voice lowered and she leaned in with eyes in full 'come hither' status. "I really do want that cup of tea." Sanria's feet then flew to the desk, the keys, and Remus' cell.
"What's the escape plan?" Sanria gasped and her eyes widened in alarm. This was one part of using feminine wiles that had been excluded. "Your silence says it all. Run!" As though granted by the Gods, the two fled the hall, dodging guards - even the disbelieving face that had been duped into allowing a prison break.
Not in a long time had Sanria really run to the point of exhaustion, but she found her feet flying and her chest threatening to collapse. She was doubly astounded at the fact that a blind man was running through the streets - leading her. She had no idea where they were going until the towers of the uth Bannon mannor came into view. "I've imagined this rout a million times over... not running the entire way mind you but I'll take what I can get."
Grinning, Remus tried the gates. "Details details details." "If you trust me," Sanria spoke between returning breaths, "you can accompany me to my home.""You just sprung me from jail... I have to trust you lady."
After slipping through the streets and the wood, both Remus and Sanria slipped behind the falls and beyond the threshold of her house. Initially, she led him to a bedroom in the upper half, but with the din of water from the falls, she escorted him to the bowels of the cavernous house.
It was here in Sanria's small study the two spoke and Sanria found out more about Throm than she had known from both the man himself and his son combined. Her discussions in the past day had left her wondering exactly what was going on. Her love that had grown for Throm was the motivating force for ensuring his complete safety. Her fear of change, of absence, of what seemed to be anything that involved truly living, was what left her undecided and worried.
Remus was offered the old master suite, and the story of why it was decorated in green and blue and silks and satins, and the two parted for the night. The following day, she would meet him in Torregiano - after he had acquired a very promising set of armor -and they would follow Ferin north in the hopes of discovering the root of Throm's travel.
