(Amaia)
"What have you done to anger Master Alnilam to the extent that he has put you on dungeon duty?" Yanna asks as she guides me along the stone corridors holding a huge lantern.
"Stole his special herbal shampoo," I nonchalantly answer. My mind is too occupied with what happened between us just a while ago. I balance the broom and the soapy water filled bucket she handed me earlier.
She sharply turns her head and gives me a quizzical look, trying to understand if I am joking or being serious.
"Don't challenge him, girl. He can literally make your life very difficult."
"As if he hasn't already." I want to retort but hold my tongue.
We arrive near a barricaded iron door. The thick metal chains are intertwined only to be locked with a heavy steel lock that has to be the size of my hand.
She extracts a long silver key from the pocket of her uniform, picking up the giant lock she inserts the key inside and twists.
