Alanna trod, once again, down the convoluted passageways to the dungeon. It was her instructions to obtain the prisoner and lead her to the conference room where the questioning would begin. She
gave an aggravated sigh. Here she was the glorified Kings Champion escorting a prisoner like a common guard. Apparently, Jon thought this prisoner was "important" enough for her to have to escort
them.
Reaching the cell door, Alanna scowled, rapping a hand against the bars.
"Time to move, you're to be questioned in half-an-hour." Peering into the darkness, Alanna saw the huddled, blanket clad bundle on the floor and her scowl deepened. "Wake up, girl; it's time to be
questioned." Alanna said. When a response was lacking she cried "WAKE UP, GIRL! I'm SICK of wasting my precious TIME, to attend to YOU! I could be training, fighting, or FENCING, right now so get
your lazy self, UP!"
At the end of her temper, Alanna strode forward, tearing the blanket away from the figure.
"GET UP, I SAY! U…."
With a thud, Alanna slipped landing on her butt on the cobblestones. Swearing, she pulled herself to her feet, wiping moist, sticky hands across her breeches. Reaching a hand down she shook the girl,
turning her to face her. Her hand came away wet. Staring blankly at her hand in the dim lighting she caught the coppery tint of blood. With a yell of disgust she hastily wiped her hand on her shirt and
pulled the girl flat on her back. The child was pale in the dark glow, and Alanna cursed seeing the jumble of torn bandages on the girl's side. Swearing like a guardsman, she knelt besides her sending
her gift into the girl. She managed to get the flow to stop, but she needed a true healer to replenish the lost blood. Summoning more magic she sent a link to Jon attempting to attract his attention. The
link brought her message to Jon's bedroom.
"Jon, JON. JON! What the heck are you doing I need you, HERE!" Deaf to her, Jon walked over to Thayet and began to kiss her tenderly.
"Jon! SIRE! What are you..." Alanna turned beet red "Okay, I'm leaving now….." she muttered quickly closing the link. Turning back to her patient, she sighed in disgust. There were few people she could
link to and she was running out of options. Alanna pulled herself to her feet, bending to heave the girl into her arms. The weight of the child settled heavily upon her back and shoulders. Staring,
ruefully at the twisting staircase up from the dungeons, Alanna began her tedious climb.
By the time she made it up the second staircase, Alanna was sweating heavily and her back and shoulders where aching. Although the child was fairly light, Alanna was rather small and weight lifting
had never worked out to well for her. A clatter of footsteps on the stairs made her glance up.
"FINALLY JON! I am so ANNOYED with you right now. Now why don't you take….George?" Alanna nearly dropped the girl and only George's frantic grab stopped her fall.
"There you are, Sweet." George greeted, brawny arms taking the girl from her. "What are you doing with this chit? You shouldn't be liftin' her in your condition." He froze seeing the blood stains on her
shirt and breeches. "'Lanna we've got to get you to Duke Baird!" he gripped her arm pulling her towards him, expecting her to drop at any second.
"George, GEORGE! It's not mine it's hers, come on I'll explain later" Alanna explained, pulling her husband up the staircase at a run.