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[beforethetower]

[the voice is soft, hesitant and young. There is a conscious attempt on his part to sound collected, but a level of discomfort still pours through. Time is very obviously flowing in this place, although he can't compare any of its general architecture and locals to anything he's seen before. All the more to make him anxious. Those who see him in

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[orhaldi]

...I think it was no fault of yours. Or any of ours. I take it you've just arrived?

[beforethetower]

I did, yes...

[cautiously:] Who are you?

[orhaldi]

Ah-- I beg your pardon. My name is Linna Orhaldi. A music box brought me here as well.

[beforethetower]

[he remains silent, not offering his name in return, instead trying to figure this out. The music box, that feeling that he couldn't pull away from...]

... But how?

[orhaldi]

I couldn't say, good sir. I must admit I was on the brink of death when it happened to me.

[beforethetower]

You were?

[orhaldi]

[Linna just nods. He's still quite a bit off from his injury in the first place.]

Yes.

[beforethetower]

[and now concern is very present in his tone.]

What happened to you?

[orhaldi]

[Linna grimaces a touch, but answers anyway.]

Ah... I pushed his Highness away from a falling gate... but got pinned under it, myself.

[beforethetower]

Why did it fall?

[orhaldi]

Someone dropped it on us, I think. We were trying to escape the palace.

[beforethetower]

Really? [he shifts, so there's a pause.] Why were you imprisoned?

[orhaldi]

Ah-- not imprisoned. The palace was being invaded.

[beforethetower]

By who?