[justify][glow=purple,2,300]Riley sat in the far corner of her cell, listening to the drops of water that fell from the ceiling. 324, 325, 326... Never had Riley thought she'd find counting drops of water as a form of entertainment. She was bored almost to death. Even the templars guarding her cell became bored. Sometimes they would come in her cell and accuse her of being a bother; all so they could 'discipline' her without any question. "She used magic on me!" one cried. "She attempted to escape! I had to do something!" They accusations were empty, only meant as an excuse. And Riley hated it.
When she was first put in her cell, of course Riley put up a bit of a fight and nagged the templars. But this time in the cell was different. The templars seemed to have had enough of her comments and comebacks. So much that the poor mage was afraid to sleep that night.
When the cell door creaked open, Riley tensed up, her breath catching in her throat. A templar entered. "Get up! Your sentence is up." he ordered sternly. At the command, Riley stood so fast that she almost fell over. She was sore, which made it harder to go as fast as the templar wanted her to. He grabbed her arm and tugged her from the cell. "Move it." he said.
The templar escorted Riley from the cellar up to her floor. He insisted he wouldn't leave her alone until he got her into her quarters, saying it was a 'hazard.' The templar walked slowly as he escorted her. Riley knew that templars had many duties to attend to each day, so she assumed that he was taking his time solely because he didn't want to do any of his other duties. There would be no other reason that a templar would voluntarily stay with her.[/glow][/justify]