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Ya'weh became impatient as Caspian stared at her dumbfounded. Just as she had began formulating a plan she heard a boomingly deep voice resounding from the opposite direction of the hall, further back than the guards had come. “O’ course ya should go, missy.” Standing there having come from the other side of the cell block was Amon, his bushy beard hiding the lower half of his face in the dank lighting in the area. “Go on, miss, I’ll watch o’re this numb-skull.” Amon instructed giving his stutter struck assistant a rough slap across the top of his head.

Ya'weh smirked and nodded, then took off. She raced down the hall they had gone, some slaves watching her run. She thought as she ran and prayed. She had only a notion... She began to walk so as to not pull more attention. She smiled kindly at people. Zoni saw her and ran up to her. "Ya'weh, we are to train today?" she asked.

"Your training begins now. Follow me and read my body language when we practice cooperative fighting," she replied sternly.

Zoni looked amazed but Ya'weh began walking.

"Who are we looking for...?" Zoni began but Ya'weh waved her off and kept walking.

'The main exit would be too eager and noticeable, he must be an illusionist but that still makes him sneaky. Perhaps the far wing where there are less guards,' she thought to herself as they walked.

She heard footsteps and used her ability to quiet her own, as well as Zoni's. In the nature of balance she increased their stealthiness. As they turned a corner she saw one of the three guards and another she had never seen before. She walked right up to them seductively. Zoni followed suit. Ya'weh grabbed Zoni's hand and looked at the guards smiling. As she got within arms reach she increased their seductiveness and decreased the impact of the illusions to her. She saw the mage as a weary shadow inside the garb of the guard.

"Hey boys," she said sexily. "We have a fight today and could use some motivation, and a guarantee that we leave this world satiated, should it call for that." Zoni sighed deeply an giggled playfully. "Yes, what if it is our last fight and we die with only pain and no pleasure?!"
Ya'weh, looking through the illusion dead at Antius said, "We chose you because you look as strong as the heart of the Vormycere, quenching as the water from the spring of Biel'Guria, and are as attractive as a leaf from Yparil, the Tree of Life."
Zoni blinked, not knowing any of these things, but hid her surprise well.