The Cell

The walls and floor of her cell were made of a smooth material similar to marble. It was dimly lit, though she could not tell where the light source was. Short chains ran from fetters on each of her ankles to anchor points inset in the floor. Just looking at them was enough to tell her that, without a smith's tools, there was no hope of escaping from them. She wondered why Belboz had bothered with the chains. He had said that she was to be placed in a secure chamber, and indeed there was no sign of a door.

She scrambled to her feet. On the floor before her she could see several pieces of chalk, an unmarked box and a dagger. What were they for? Surely if Belbox wanted to make her boredom absolute, he wouldn't have provided them. And the dagger seemed to provide a way for her to end her life, surely the last thing that Belboz would want going by what he had told her.

1. She picks up a piece of chalk.
2. She opens the box.
3. She picks up the dagger and attempts to cut her throat.
4. Frustratingly, her chains are too short for her to reach the items.
5. Meanwhile...

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