- What? What do you mean getting ready? We are chained if you didn't noticed!

- I mean I have a really bad hunch...

WARNINGMonster swarm ETA 04:00

- And I was right on the money... Why?! Sigh...

The system's unpredictability was starting to annoy me, well my lack of information worried me far more, but from all the little bit of information and speculation I had I could hope for the better. If that message was really the signal of the beginning of some kind of "event", than the whole system really waqs geared towards the presence of "players". That was one of the theories we come up discussing, but I had little time to prepare and not a second to waste.

The warning, differently from the previous windows, didn't close but remained into a cornere of the menu's hud. I had to admit it was useful because it was a countdown and, luckily, showed me that I had four hours to prepare, and not four minutes like I feared at the beginning.

I didn't know what to expect but the word swarm was far from comforting, so I needed all the help I could get, Like Cawic pointed out the mercenaries where cuffed like me, so no help from that front. I suspected Athame was far more powerful as she tried to appear but she was also in chains.

I had another option, the one I was pointing from the moment they captured me actually, to talk to the ones in charge and gather as much info as I could. This pressing matter was a new incentive to accelerate my pace, in the end I obtained all I wanted, a guarded relatively safe place where I had all the time to increase my chances of survival. All the skill and gain I had were proof of a success.

- For now what I can tell you is to try and stay as calm as possible, and if you can boost your defences better get ready to do it in a few hours, and also better cover your ears...

I stopped talking and started to concentrate on my throat, I didn't need a permanent enhancement, so I did a fast and kind of wobbly enchantment to amplify my voice. Considering my previous work, a simple sound modification was far more easy.

- GUARDS! I NEED TO TALK TO THE ONE IN CHARGE! NOW! GUARDS! GUARDS!

I only needed to repeat that mantra, for the joy of my fellow inmates who where frantically plugging theirs ears, for three time before I obtained some results.

The ones who opened the jail grate where not the platemail soldiers, but a couple of less armored one. Their attire was far more resembling of legionaries and kind of fitted in the whole roman camp atmosphere. They seemed pretty angry by the racket I was making, and far less impressed or fearful of me.

- Stop yelling! Have you gone insane? What do you want?

- I need to talk to your superior, I think they need to know something. And the matter is pretty pressing, so sorry for the noise but that was the only way to catch your attention.

- Our attention? I will be impressed if the whole camp didn't hear you, commander included... Stay quiet and maybe we will see...

They were more understanding that I hoped, maybe they didn't expect an apology, or maybe my voice really reached far more that I first intended. I wasn't able to judge my voice's real volume due to shutting down my hearing during that time, but if it was really that powerful maybe it was worth spending time to make a proper skill out of it.

While I mused about all the application sound weapons could have a new guest showed up. It wasn't the military commander, that I hoped to meet, but the owner of the voice that, some time before, crossed word with the noble, just outside the pit.

- What's happening here! What did you do to our guest! This is why uneducated people are...

The man that appeared was wearing gaudy clothes that weren't martial in any kind of sense, they resembled of a mix between a toga and a habit. With a small stature and a round build he appeared like a parody of a medieval monk, well if one could ignore foots that had opposing thumbs like an ape.

The two guard were saved from the raging of the gaudy man by the arrival of someone else. Who, just like the armored soldiers that followed him, seemed far more annoyed by the presence of the man than by the racked I made..