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Kailiniam mulled over her prospects in the cell for another week before she finally came to a conclusion. When Supernova returned, she gave her answer. She was not happy with this and there were parts of her mind who still rebelled and fought, but the words came out in the end.

"What are those other options?"

A short while latter. She was then taken out of her room, fully awake but under guard and with with a restraint collar on. A bit of an unusual touch nowadays, the Committee had cut back on the production of them more than a decade ago when they had far to large a Detentional Labor force to collar all of them and they had enough trained guards armed with rifles to keep those who were not collared in line well enough. Her new home was a small bedroom about nine meters square. There was a bed and a few shelves with a few books on them, among these being a Book of Infrastructure and a note that there would be a penalty for destroying these. There was also some scrap paper, a paint brush, an inkpot, a stool, table, several plates and wooden spoons, a chamber pot and several electric lamps. Nearby was her working station down a hallway. It was not what she expected, though she did expect the various wards of disruption about the place.

Her workstation was down a hallway. It was set up with a few magical items, some markings on the floor and a cube of limestone on a wheeled lorry with a few. She was given a staff by the guards cautiously. It was a fairly simple affair as far as magical staves went, little more than a stick with a glass orb on the end. It had no spells in it and was unadorned. Her skills were not about fine control and mostly had to do with stealth, maneuvering in tight conditions and, but she could use it for a few basic things. Her job was simple, imbue it so that it could be turned into a defensive Runestone. A few basic retention marks had been inscribed the rock to make this easier. This was nothing to difficult and she agreed to it. Her mystic abilities were not developed enough to make use of this as a weapon, leaving aside the collar. At first she simply sat down, then a few jolts of electricity and warnings got her to work. She eventually settled into a routine. She toyed with working up a curse for the stone, but that would require some planing, they might catch her in the act and they said they.

The work cycle eventually settled around an eight hour routine, which was about what she could do as far as dumping mana into the rocks that were put before her could go. She woke up, had a shower, did her job, dully muttering an chant as the supernatural equivalent of a sea chantey and was taken back to her room turning in her collar. Two meals a day were put before her, if things proceeded smoothly there would be a more diverse diet including small amounts of meat or a mug of Kvas. The guards were not, if she did not make a fuss, rough with her. She exercised in the off hours and eventually took to drawing and reading the books. It was incredibly boring, but at least she was not sucking in coal dust and eventually she settled into her routine.

In such a routine filled environment, she noticed fine changes as the days went on. She noticed that after a few months the stones were swapped out about twice as often. This led her to wonder if there were other Drow here as well. After a month of considering this among other possibilities, she eventually found some confirmation in the mind of one of the guards, there was another Drow working here. Male and of Valnothron by what the guard recalled of his speech. She was nervous of what this would mean.

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Kailiniam mulled over her prospects in the cell for another week before she finally came to a conclusion. When Supernova returned, she gave her answer. She was not happy with this and there were parts of her mind who still rebelled and fought, but the words came out in the end.

"What are those other options?"

A short while latter. She was then taken out of her room, fully awake but under guard and with with a restraint collar on. A bit of an unusual touch nowadays, the Committee had cut back on the production of them more than a decade ago when they had far to large a Detentional Labor force to collar all of them and they had enough trained guards armed with rifles to keep those who were not collared in line well enough. Her new home was a small bedroom about nine meters square. There was a bed and a few shelves with a few books on them, among these being a Book of Infrastructure and a note that there would be a penalty for destroying these. There was also some scrap paper, a paint brush, an inkpot, a stool, table, several plates and wooden spoons, a chamber pot and several electric lamps. Nearby was her working station down a hallway. It was not what she expected, though she did expect the various wards of disruption about the place.

Her workstation was down a hallway. It was set up with a few magical items, some markings on the floor and a cube of limestone on a wheeled lorry with a few. She was given a staff by the guards cautiously. It was a fairly simple affair as far as magical staves went, little more than a stick with a glass orb on the end. It had no spells in it and was unadorned. Her skills were not about fine control and mostly had to do with stealth, maneuvering in tight conditions and, but she could use it for a few basic things. Her job was simple, imbue it so that it could be turned into a defensive Runestone. A few basic retention marks had been inscribed the rock to make this easier. This was nothing to difficult and she agreed to it. Her mystic abilities were not developed enough to make use of this as a weapon, leaving aside the collar. At first she simply sat down, then a few jolts of electricity and warnings got her to work. She eventually settled into a routine. She toyed with working up a curse for the stone, but that would require some planing, they might catch her in the act and they said they.

The work cycle eventually settled around an eight hour routine, which was about what she could do as far as dumping mana into the rocks that were put before her could go. She woke up, had a shower, did her job, dully muttering an chant as the supernatural equivalent of a sea chantey and was taken back to her room turning in her collar. Two meals a day were put before her, if things proceeded smoothly there would be a more diverse diet including small amounts of meat or a mug of Kvas. The guards were not, if she did not make a fuss, rough with her. She exercised in the off hours and eventually took to drawing and reading the books. It was incredibly boring, but at least she was not sucking in coal dust and eventually she settled into her routine.

In such a routine filled environment, she noticed fine changes as the days went on. She noticed that after a few months the stones were swapped out about twice as often. This led her to wonder if there were other Drow here as well. After a month of considering this among other possibilities, she eventually found some confirmation in the mind of one of the guards, there was another Drow working here. Male and of Valnothron by what the guard recalled of his speech. She was nervous of what this would mean.

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