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Two figures in full plate armor escorted Sotria down the corridor. Without weapons and wearing a magical collar, she could barely do anything. Before she could even think about it, one of the figures said in a voice filled with disappointment, "I am disappointed in you." A chill ran down the halfling's spine; the figure's voice belonged to no one other than her father. Before she could respond, a third figure in armor appeared at the end of the corridor and began to sing lewd songs in a terrible voice. And then Sotria woke up.
Similar nightmares had plagued her every day since she had the misfortune of incurring the wrath of the Order. The only difference was that before, no one sang. However, the sound of a body hitting the floor, coming from one of the distant cells, made everything clear: one of the other prisoners had decided to put on a concert for the guards and fellow inmates. The voice, as it seemed to Sotria, belonged to Taelan, another prisoner and enemy of the Order. And although official sources described him as a deadly assassin and ruthless criminal, so far he was behaving like a common bandit. Perhaps this behavior was just a mask? Or was the Order hiding something?
"I don't even know if I should be happy about this," the halfling muttered to herself, rubbing her eyes and looking around more carefully. Not much had changed since yesterday: she was still in prison, and her former colleague was still in the neighboring cell.