Board Thread:Important Logs/@comment-26068742-20170825214003/@comment-26021384-20170827031623

Shien was carted away, off to the belly of the beast so to speak, only to be taken into the pantry of all places? In a wheelbarrow no less. It was like he was just some sort of food for storage? It was so demeaning. Not that he was awake for any of it. He was only starting to stir as he was lead into that opening in the pantry.

Sealed off, upside down in confined spaces, and blocked away from the light, Shien's main focus was on wiggling about, trying to find some way to not experience any pain in his ankle, or the least amount of pain possible. His groans and complaints ringing out into the pantry if at all possible for the longest time.

Being shut away from the rest of the world, not much light other than the dank feint glow, from what torches there might be, he lost track of time quickly. How long had he been in here? Minutes? Hours? Days? When you are on the cusp of passing out constantly and in a dark environment, it was hard to tell. It was only when he was brought out and taken upstairs that he could get a sense for what was happening.

From being chained up upside down in a little cubby hole, to being chained up and dangling from above to watch as Marek and Pandora did something with different artifacts. His eyes half lidded and opening wider witht he chanting and the opening of a portal. His thought process was hard to describe. Choice words would be: concern, worry, awe, confusion, fear.

His one thought when he saw the figure in the portal: This can't be anything but good.