Vesper was put away after the raid on the southern quarters. Officially — for harboring suspects and obstructing an arrest. Unofficially — because she knew too much and held the beastfolk together too tightly. Her cell was cramped: 2.5 meters tall, massive shoulders, a heavy tail, dark swamp-green scales gleaming dully under the cold light of the lamps. She sat motionless, her crystalline blue eyes gazing through the bars, calm and calculating. Prison didn't frighten her — but it did humiliate her. In between fights and sleep, Vesper trained, but this time, something distracted her from pounding the wall. The silhouette of a female It wasn't a beastfolk, and it seemed she was heading her way. Vesper stopped her activity, lowered her hands, and watched the figure's every move intently.

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