Prisoner Tower

"For your sake, you better hope he will." The guard motioned Umbra the Dragonling through the door. "He is this way."

The young dragon was once again led to what would seem a fairly familiar courtyard. The elder blue dragon had lain down in the grass, watching off in the distance until he could turn at look at Umbra the Dragonling .

"Welcome back."

The dragon snickered, 
"Hmmph, I see you grew smarter, that I am grateful for, but there is still much to be done.
You are fearful and weak, both of those must go."
For a moment Jarkoopi, Kepesk Altiui wondered what to do with his adopted son.
"You too can sense magic, correct? You shall accompany me to Isra, and help me search for a magical artifact. You shall be on your best behavior, only speak when spoken too. My rider will be with us aswell."
He stood up, and glared down at Umbra the Dragonling .
"After that you shall receive more of my teachings."

Jarkoopi, Kepesk Altiui was slightly hesitant responding to Umbra the Dragonling.
"An ancient gem, forged long ago and infused with the soul of a powerful beast. Bah, the only way you won't sense it is if you're either dead or magically blind."
He thought for a moment, wonder if Umbra the Dragonling was actually worth bringing along.
"Now come, climb aboard my back. I must rendezvous with my rider, you'll meet her soon enough."
He flattened himself out so Umbra the Dragonling could climb onboard.

The man rode in full plate armour with his hat's feather trailing behind him. He adjusts his spectacles, unused to having the things over his mask. He would dismount, not worrying about his horse running off. It was a loyal thing, he needed to make sure he got a new one just as good when this one inevitably croaked. He checked himself, making sure he was looking his best. All the gilded decorations, the tassels, the szabla, the daggers, the crossbow, his shield, and finally his claymore. He was looking excellent, as far as he was concerned. Finally, he picked up the prisoner over his shoulder. He would not have put a gag, not really caring for the ramblings of Sisi especially since she would be drugged most of the path. He would not hit her or anything, that would be up to the interrogator to decide. For the sake of his plots, he hoped no actual torture would be done, only threats. He needed a living and cooperative specimen for what he planned. "Oi, come get the spoils o' war, haha!" he would shout, awaiting the arrival of Jarkoopi, Kepesk Altiui to greet him.

The guard standing outside the door of the tower told @haughty where to put their captive.
"Jarkoopi, Kepesk Altiui said move her into the largest room up a few floors, and lay her on the bed."
Jarkoopi himself was already in the tower, standing outside the cell where Sisi would be residing. He heard @haughty's shouting and him coming inside, Jarkoopi, Kepesk Altiui nodded to him as he came up. Jarkoopi was in his normal human form, a middle aged man with a normal build.
"In there, I'll have to wait for her to wake before I can try and communicate. For now, we get to play the waiting game." He rubbed his short beard with one hand while he thought about how he try and decode the language. Then an idea hit him.

"Hold on, I'll be back with tools." He went downstairs and out of the tower to gather a few things.

The girl winced when he kicked her, but her pain and the lack of fight in her seemed just as convincing as the blood and tears upon her face. Her gaze faced him, though whether she was looking at him or through him couldn't be determined. She seemed very unresponsive to much of her treatment at this point, though there was a hint of pleading in her eyes..

Jarkoopi, Kepesk Altiui eventually returned with a handful of a weird assortment of items, a stone (a small one), a hunk of firewood, and a fresh plant torn from the soil. He made his way back into the tower and up to the room, to find @haughty next to the prisoner.

"Wait outside the cell, once I'm finished I'll let you in."
Once he left the room, Jarkoopi, Kepesk Altiui calmly took up a seat at the only table in the room, put all his object to the side and started writing on a piece of parchment paper. The seat across from him was empty, the place where Sisi could sit once she was able to move.

Sisi was unresponsive, barely capable of movement and in an extreme amount of pain. Her teary eyes look towards Jarkoopi hopelessly. She squirms a little, trying to move, but is unable to get to the seat.

She took that gesture as a go ahead to close her eyes and try to fall asleep. She ended up resting, laying upon the ground, but was unable to sleep or to move. She lay there, in pain and conscious...scared of what this great scaly beast may be clearly plotting.