*drip drop* The echo of dripping water wakes you up. You are still not used to sleeping on cold stone. As your eyes adjust to the darkness you can finally see that your cell has a new occupant. She begins to speak, almost as if her words take an immense amount of energy, and must breath deeply between each word. "Ah, good. I have unshackled you. Before you leave this prison, take this sickle and bring me the jail keeper's tongue. I'm hungry."