The forest that hid The Rockpile was home to a number of rocky outcroppings that rose out of the ground. On a toothpick style mountain with a sheer cliff straight up and down was the main facility itself. The mountain wasn't the tallest in the area, but it was the most difficult to scale by foot. It was impossible to get to the camp itself without flying.

Inside of the facility, three soldiers took a red haired woman through a hallway. Two of the men held her up by her arms. The woman gave them no assistance. They had to carry her weight, and her legs were dragging on the ground.

"How much further must we heft this criminal? Any cell will do! Why not toss her in with this lot?" The soldier nodded towards a cell along the wall. A number of aggressive men tried to grab at the group through the cell bars. They catcalled as the woman went by their cell. "They look like they could use the companionship."

"Them?! What about us?" The second soldier smiled at the woman. "We did save her from certain death at Southtown. She owes us her gratitude."

"Quiet!" The lead soldier commanded. "You two snivel like runts desperate for the teat! She's not meant for the jail cells. The Inquisitor had something specific in mind. She is not to be harmed."

The three soldiers took their prisoner down the hallway until they reached a small room. The lead soldier had to unlock a number of locks on the thick metal door, but the room otherwise looked unimportant. Inside was nothing more than what appeared to be an operating table and shelves filled with various tools and potions. A man eyed the group carefully as they entered the room. The man was wearing a thick black robe, but plate armor covered it along his shoulders, legs, and chest. The man's plate armor was pitch black with contrasting gold trimmings. Clutched in the man's hand was a long glaive. At first glance the weapon seemed purely ceremonial. The weapon was very ornate and had styling that appeared to be entirely pointless, but the weapon's blade was reinforced. The man certainly held it like a real weapon.

"Where do you want her?" The lead soldier asked. The man looked to the table.

"Strap her down, would you?" He spoke in a soft tone.

"Are you sure you want to keep the armor on?" One of the soldiers suggested.

"Get out of here, brute. I do not share your affinity for barbarism."

The two soldiers carrying her strapped the woman to the table. The three soldiers then quickly left, leaving the woman alone with the man. He slowly approached her as she studied him. "Hello, Caeldori. That's right. I know who you are. They call you the last Pegasus Knight. You have quite the ancestry."

Caeldori smiled weakly. "Who do I have the pleasure of talking to?"

"My name is Altman. I am in service to the Grimleal Inquisitors. I report directly to High Inquisitor Aversa herself."

"Guard towers."

"Hmm?"

"Your guard towers aren't spaced very well. There's no way you can see the entire prison courtyard from them. You're giving the prisoners chances to escape your watch. That's a very significant design flaw."

Altman just smiled. "Well that's… I'll keep that in mind. I assure you that I'm not normally attached to this installation, however. I'm here for a specific purpose." Altman took a purple vial of liquid from the shelf. "Do you know what radiation is, Caeldori?" Altman was almost leaning over her at this point. "It's invisible energy. When you're exposed to it, it sticks to you. It clings to your very bones. Your body can never pass it normally. When your mother passed through the outrealm gate to travel to our timeline, she would have been exposed to large amounts of radiation. Honestly I'm not sure Naga even understood how much radiation the children were exposed to. I doubt any of them would have lived past sixty." As Altman spoke he slowly drew the vial to Caeldori's lips and forced her to drink. When she struggled he forced it more violently, all without ever raising his voice. "Your mother's body was exposed to so much radiation that some of it might have been passed down to you. Within your own body could be traces of that radiation. If we can study this trace of Naga's power, then we can understand the magic that Naga used to open the outrealm gate. That serum will help remove any radiation you have in you. It takes weeks to pass through your body though." Altman finally took the vial away from Caeldori and walked towards the shelves as she caught her breath. He retrieved a lightning tome and returned to her. "Don't worry. I won't keep you here that long. I find that electricity tends to speed up the absorption."

Outside the room, the two soldiers jumped up when they heard a piercing scream come from inside. One of them shook his head. "That girl is going to wish she died in Southtown."