It was a well lit cell. A solid stone room exactly a square from every side, brightly lit right then by crystals that stored sunlight. They would dim in a few hours for night time. There was a bed, stone, sheets made from magically enchanted, indestructible thread. A chamber pot that immediately sent anything in it to who knew where. A stone table with a stone chair. And in that chair sat a middle aged woman.

Her brown hair cut short, her face lined with age and stress. Her stare was vacant and long, staring off deep into nothing or, as some guessed, a world only she could understand, looking at something beyond what was.

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Her hands were tied together in a single thick leather gauntlet bound at her elbows and wrists. One side a little more empty than the other. She raised her arms and scratched her nose, a dozen tiny magical sprites following her every move, all of them hovering just out of range.

She put her hand back on the table but something caught her thousand yard stare, something flashed briefly in her big eyes.

She looked up and in a voice that hardly ever spoke she said, croaking like unused gears finally turning.

“Today will be a good day.”

She laid her head down and sighed, closing her eyes.