Mabon woke in the night to hear scraping and scuffling outside the cell. In the dim light, she could make out the forms of two large Worgen, dragging someone between them. The scrape of armor along the floor told Mabon the new prisoner was no rogue, so it couldn’t be Bjorke. She breathed a sigh of relief, then realized how callous that was to whomever was now trapped in that cell. She knelt, and said a prayer for the prisoner, and for Ashcrombe. Mabon prayed to Elune to watch over Arminas and Finnall, tears streaming down her face, and for Elune to help Kel save her, and finally, for Elune to grant her strength to get through this ordeal.
She raised her head, wiping her face, and noticed Ashcrombe kneeling as well. She recognized his words as meditations on the Light. Mabon waited silently for him to finish, reciting her own mediations in her head. Ashcrombe raised his head, and smiled at her. “I don’t sleep much. I find the meditations help.”
She nodded at him. “I wonder who that was?”
“A paladin, from the looks of his armor. A young fella.”
Mabon couldn’t help but think he must be connected to Bjorke some way, even though she was known for her disdain of holy knights.
She lay back down on the straw, and tried to sleep. Ashcrombe had consented to sharing the straw with her, and they had fashioned two piles on opposite sides of the cell. He had objected at first, insisting Mabon take it all, but she convinced him that her small size did not need so much straw. She had fashioned a pillow from her tabard, and pulled her cape over her against the damp chill of the dungeon.
Sleep came, and with it, dreams of her babies, flying about with dragon wings. Mabon had this dream frequently, and it amused Kel no end whenever she told him of it. But this time, the babies were being chased by a large red dragon with a long, braided beard. Just as the large dragon had Finnall and Arminas in his claws, a swift silver dragon ridden by Bjorke swooped down, and she stabbed the red dragon through the heart. She dove on her mount, flying down and grabbing the babies out of mid-air, saving them from falling.
