42-Ultimate Life

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Elsewhere, morning had properly arrived for the others as well. While the enclosed walls made it very difficult to identify, the halls coming to life made it obvious that sleeping hours had ended.

Lwyn had an initial moment where she wished that morning would go stuff itself, before turning around in her bed. Then she found herself realizing that the bed she was in was in no way even familiar to her. As she opened her eyes to look around at an even more unfamiliar room, the events from last night having returned to her. She had been knocked unconscious, hearing unfamiliar voices who she could only have assumed were bandits before she lost consciousness. Khaexyn, Destroyer, captive, escape.. even the way they spoke made her think 'bandit'. Clearly then she had missed something, because waking up in comforts like this didn't make sense at all.

She took a moment to review the comforts provided for her. The bed she was sleeping in was the softest she had ever seen in her life, better than even the premium suites in the Citadel Inn. The soft white down made her feel so comfortable that it seemed to compel her to return to dreamland. The room she was in looked equally impressive, equally white, equally refined, and... equally plain. The room was generally devoid of most things, giving her a feeling of how she would have been expected to set up such a room if it was found in the Citadel Inn, back when she worked there. There was no real established decor placed anywhere, it was a fairly large and empty room, but what was around looked inviting. A table across the room, with a giant standing mirror. Closets all along the back wall. Many dressers settled beside empty bookcases. All of those being also painted white. Everything was pure white, even the flooring and carpets. Was she dead then?

Lwyn got up out of bed, her curiosity prevailing over whatever compulsions her bed offered her. Leaving the bed, she discovered she was also wearing a long nightgown, also pure white. She pinched herself, just to make sure it hurt. It did, so she probably wasn't dreaming, and might not actually be dead... unless you can pinch yourself when you're dead. Lwyn decided that there was still nothing conclusive, as still nothing made sense.

Lwyn went to the mirror, as her own reflection offered the only non-white in the room. Other than the nightgown she wore, she looked ordinary enough. Her hair was a mess, probably after everything she had gone through, that bed included. She touched her ears, visible under her hair without anything else covering it for once. This made her irritated, having to witness her own ugly ears.

Lwyn checked the drawers of the table, searching for anything to cover her ears with. At the sudden sound and commotion, two strangers entered. Both of them were also female, but one was a human and the other was an elf. It didn't even take half an imagination to call them both maids, they looked the part in ways that also reminded her of the Citadel Inn.

"Mi'lady, good morning. We didn't know you were awake, please forgive us." The elven maid was speaking Izhaethyx. "Is there something you are searching for, we would be glad to ensure it is provided for." The human maid noticed she was looking for something, and offered to help. "Well, actually, yeah, probably. Let's see, where to start. Here, I know. Where in the divine am I?!" Lwyn's last statement took down the playful act and resorted to yelling. Covering her ears was still a concern, but the entire situation was itself alarming. Ear covers could possibly wait.

The two girls looked absolutely terrified of her getting angry. "I'm really sorry mi'lady. Terribly sorry. We were only assigned to tend to you just this morning, neither of us have done this thing before." The elf was stuttering with apologies while the human composed herself. "You're in the Central Spires of the Fortress, the Seventh Spire. Lord Khaexyn has assigned us to make sure your needs are seen to and that you are cared for." Hearing such from the human maid, Lwyn found a lot of her questions actually answered. She was actually still alive, and she even knew exactly where she was. It did still leave her with plenty of new questions, however.

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