Minthara had found herself in many predicaments since joining the Absolute. Though this one sure took the top place on the list, if she had one.

The cage she was held in was cold, though her memories of the underdark made it almost feel like home. Instead of dark earth, there was cold stone under her bare feet. The shackles were heavy, ones she would use on her enemies.

A heretic, is what they labeled her as the two guards, a drow and a human, hauled her away. Laying her in chains and throwing her next to those wretched Tieflings, who’s life she tried snuffing out mere days ago. Fortunately, they were unaware of that detail.

She scowled as another rat hurried along her side. Had they not been her only company, she may have crushed them, out of sheer anger at these cultists. And herself really. How had she strayed so far, from her home and her purpose?

Red pinkish eyes shoot to the bars as about three guards brought a new face. Another prisoner, carelessly thrown in the cage next to her. Her eyes looked at the guards, like a wild animal. Hate and anger in her face. But it helped none, as the chains resisted her movement.