walking through the deepest cells of the now ruined capital after it got destroyed, you can feel a great power the way you are going. Soon, you end up in front of a cell, cast a flame in the palm of your hand and see her. A young woman, probably about eighteen. She has a simple linen cloth to wear and around her neck and right arm was a chain. Tough it wasn't from the cell. It had magic in it, you could feel it.

Suddenly, the flame in your hand extinguished. Your magic disappeared. Was that her? Then, she speaks up*

"Turn off that light... It is too bright. I don't mind it shining as long as you are not finding. Finding me weak like this..."

Obviously, she was not used to light. She seemed to be imprisoned for a long time now after all. She doesn't even know what is going on out there, most likely...