MEL
The bag had been lifted from Mel's face, allowing her to see her new location after being forced to sit down.
And there was wood *everywhere*. Even in some places where there were steel ornaments, there was wood. And the familiar tapestry, and weapons being showcased everywhere on the front wall. As well as a crest of what looked like two axes forming a helmet. A single broad window to outside, despite it being night time, as well as the evident splashing of water against shores and oars.
Mel, by the time her eyes assimilated from all that, only let out a single breath. Of disappointment. Of course she'd end up right there...
It was... that one's... favorite spot. Other than the Command Tent or a palace where she could enjoy frivolities, much like on her home.
Except it wasn't... that one... sitting on the chair by the ample desk where more than often... that one... and other generals gathered up when a map was distributed as well as battle plans. And often *too generous* portions of wine.
Instead, it was someone else, definitely male, devoid of hair in either face or head. He wore the typical black and red attire in a brutalist sense, quite commonplace in Noxus, and seemed to be rather focused into the administrative affairs that... that one... rather delegated to someone else to handle. That is, until he saw the newcomer, sitting down at the chair and now removed of her bag that did block all sight.
"Welcome aboard, miss Medarda.", the officer greeted, albeit in a tone rather sarcastic.
"Please...", Mel returned the sarcasm. "And where is she, so I can politely ask to be sent back?"
"The General is currently taking residence in the mansion, for the moment.", the officer answered, glancing at her. "Even though, ironically, you and I agree you *do* fit better in that cell, the recent rabble attack in your beloved merchant city did seem to change her mind..."
"So from a cage of stones and iron to one of wood.", Mel shook her head. "How unsurprising, truly."
"You're not seeing any bars here, miss Medarda.", the officer said. "But you *may, should this cavalier attitude continue."
"Let's not act dense here.", Mel replied, going straight to business. "We both know I can't leave the ship."
"For the moment.", the officer shrugged. "Although your cabin and access to the deck are still allowed at daylight, as well as the kitchen, in spite of the food not being according to your liking..."
"I'm *so* delighted...", Mel commented, the irony oozing away. "I am free to go my quarters, now?"
"Why, of course.", the officer signaled, as two Noxian guardsmen approached her as she did rise up from the chair. Both the guardsmen took her by the arms and walked casually across the black iron corridors of the vessel, some sections painted red according to Noxian architecture, banners with the twin axes forming the helmet being seen occasionally.
Reaching one of the doors, the guards opened it to reveal a modest medium room, with a red tapestry by the wooden floor, a window to the outside and a modest bed, as well as a small wardrobe.
And a filled, wooden tub at the center, to which the guardsmen had dragged Mel towards and forcefully threw her into it, with clothing and all.
"Enjoy the bath, your highness.", one of the guardsmen noted, in full sarcasm, as they left her in the room, shutting the door.
Feeling infuriated - and wet - Mel didn't realize until a full seconds later the smell the particular water had.
Vinegar.