We Work Ourselves To The Bone Each Night

Lúta hated the dungeon. It was dark, cold and depressing and the only thing she hated more than the dungeon was the idea of Resin staying down here. She could understand the concerns of safety and she still respected Resin's decision, but if Shilah were still here she'd set him to remodeling the place. There had to be a way to get more light in and maybe do something with those horrid iron bars. With more light she could get some vines to grow up them. Something, anything to make it more cozy.

Lúta padded silently down the stone walkway with her companion Raga. A bundle of items swayed on her back. She had a valerian tincture flavored with cherry juice. A lucky find in this chilly season. It would help with anxiety and sleep and of course she used white wine for the tincture which wouldn't hurt either. She wanted it to be more like an evening cocktail than a spoonful of medicine.

She arrived at Resin's cell and cleared her throat. "Resin? It's Lúta. May I come in? I've brought you a few things." She shrugged the bundle off her back with Raga's help. She had a few nice hides, including a polar bear hide courtesy of Natha from the Armada and some smoked salmon.