Reflection

Thrown roughly into the dank, oppressive confines of the dungeon, Xander and Atheria found themselves in separate cells. The air was musty, heavy with the scent of damp stone and despair. Their cells were bare, save for a small, barred window high up on the wall that allowed a sliver of light to seep through, casting long shadows on the floor.

Sitting against the cold stone wall, Xander rubbed his wrists where the chains had chafed them. "Well, this is a cozy little setup," he remarked dryly, his voice echoing slightly in the confined space.

Atheria, in the cell adjacent to his, leaned against the bars, trying to catch a glimpse of Xander. "At least we're still alive," she replied. "Now we just wait for Berek and King Richard to make their move."

"Yeah, 'just wait,'" Xander echoed, a hint of sarcasm in his tone. "Because sitting in Marvin's dungeon was always part of the plan."

Atheria let out a short, humorless laugh. "I'd love to see Marvin's face when he realizes he's been played.
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