Quiet footsteps rang out in the corridors of Stormcage. Each step was precise and exacting, with an sound that echoed as if in chorus with the constant crashes of lightning beyond the walls
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Stormcage never had any visitors. The only way one saw a new face, was with the arrival of a new prisoner. Every couple of weeks, a newcomer would be brought into their midst, designated to a cell before being left to the harsh environment of prison. Then began a whole other kind of integration process. A short period in which the new prisoner sealed his presence amongst the Stormcage residents. For most, it was an uneasy few weeks of learning who to stay away from and when best to keep to yourself. Others made a lasting impression rather quickly
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"That's him, the new guy" came a whispered voice from beside River. A small woman with green skin and a shaved head.
"You know who he is?"
A lot of people in Stormcage were afraid to speak to River Song, but Calas never saw the point in that. In fact, she rather liked her, and she was sharp enough to know that there was more to her than met the eye.
River would normally be surprised when somebody spoke to her. Ever since the demise of Strad, it seemed she had taken his place as the most feared prisoner in Stormcage. But every now and then, people would try talking to her and find out she was harmless ... when she wanted to be.
Calas was one of those few and River glanced down to the shorter woman, speaking quietly as to not attract the attention of the patrolling guards.
"Don't think so," she replied, then raising a saucy eyebrow. "You'd remember a face like that."
"Must be bad," Calas said with a sniff. "You usually know 'em all."
She turned her head to the side, looking back to where the guards stood at the doors of the great hall, and how the men in suits patrolled up and down.
"You know I've 'erd people say he's a Luminary, right? Keeping bloody quiet about it if 'e is. Doesn't say much. Quiet when he does. Polite n'all but that usually means they're after somethin' dun it?'
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"You know who he is?"
A lot of people in Stormcage were afraid to speak to River Song, but Calas never saw the point in that. In fact, she rather liked her, and she was sharp enough to know that there was more to her than met the eye.
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Calas was one of those few and River glanced down to the shorter woman, speaking quietly as to not attract the attention of the patrolling guards.
"Don't think so," she replied, then raising a saucy eyebrow. "You'd remember a face like that."
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She turned her head to the side, looking back to where the guards stood at the doors of the great hall, and how the men in suits patrolled up and down.
"You know I've 'erd people say he's a Luminary, right? Keeping bloody quiet about it if 'e is. Doesn't say much. Quiet when he does. Polite n'all but that usually means they're after somethin' dun it?'
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