27 March 2013 (part 2)

Awaiting fate.
Jaquille looks outside while she covers the window with a sheet,
A temporary blind, keeping scents and smells inside of the rotting meat,
Kiraz looks at the dead body of Gynkrol, stabbed right through,
“You there, can you help me?” Taydraz points for something to do,
“What shall we do with the dead dragon?” Carina asks as she doesn’t know,
“we cannot burn him, or cut it up.” Taydraz listens as the winds blow,
“A Bawble.” Kiraz touches on the dragons skin, knowing he was a magical beast,
“come with me.” Kiraz smiles as she knows he still has magic even when recently deceased,
Laven follows her, down the steps to Moulax’s chamber at the bottom of the stairs,
Helping her move some things out of the way, being wooden planks and chairs,
“there is a doorway and tunnel here?” Laven points as Kiraz turns around,
They both look into the darkness, hearing wind and a whistling sound,
“A Secret passage.” She smiles, “Good to know.” Then continues to stack,
They reach the door, then grab the handle, beginning to pull it back,
“It’s stuck.” Laven shakes the door, with Kiraz then pushing him aside,
“Yah!” she kicks the door, breaking the lock and opening wide,
Inside with minimal light, the dust raises from the settled floor,
“I was trapped inside one of these bawbles.” Laven tells about himself more,
“then you must have magic.” Kiraz frowns at him while she searches a shelf,
“But I am not a wizard or sorcerer.” Laven gets confused about himself,
“Can you two hurry, this thing stinks.” Jaquille shouts from the top,
“sure.” Kiraz keeps searching, bumping a glass as it is about to drop,
Laven quickly stops it, as he sees in the reflection of a bawble near,
“Found one.” He turns, as Kiraz looks at it seeing a symbol clear,
“this has someone inside it.” She shows the edge of the sealed metal ball,
Laven looks around, finding some empty Bawbles in an urn near the wall.