Duke's Grace.

' wriothesley release me right this instant! ' she demanded, teeth bared at the warden who so casually admitted that he apparently told lies more often than he was credited for. she tugged at her cuffed hand earlier which was not wise, it actually hurt quite a bit so she learned her lesson. this was so unbecoming, so undignified for a lady & he claimed it was for her own good? oh, she was going to-!

she shot him a glare, not something she did too often, in fact it wasn't something she did at all. why was he doing this? things were fine earlier & suddenly she was lured into something akin to a trap to keep her from getting hurt? from what? ' monsieur neuvillette & myself aren't working in tangent anymore, need i remind you. ' why bring neuvillette up? she had her path whilst he had his own now. ' h-hey wait, wriothesley don't you dare leave me here or i swear-! ' & he was gone. ' ugh! ' she huffed in frustration & slumped slightly where she sat, emotions of annoyance flaring. her exasperation with this entire situation, as she calmed, was more so because she had no idea what made him react like this & truly that was what she was most curious about.

he was out of his mind if he thought she was going to wait for him for a hour or more, for all she knew, cuffed in this place.

she turned towards the cuffs & the metal pipe to which she was stuck to because of it & took a deep breath. her emotions had the tendency of getting the best of her in moments where she felt control was slipping, so now that she was more calm & sound of mind she knew precisely what she needed to do. from every pore of her skin under the bound section of her wrist water began to travel down her arm. she tucked her hand & twisted & turned it slightly as the water continued to surge out of her flesh, the hydro in itself served as lubricant of sorts until she successfully managed & slipped her cuffed hand free. ' yes! ' she cheered even if it still managed to hurt, she was free now.

He's hardly dealt with the abyss, at least to a personal degree. He's heard many things about them, many stories, many encounters his connections have had with them, so it isn't like he doesn't have a good idea on what he might be walking into, but it's that lack of personal involvement with them that has him being far more careful than he usually would be. He needs to be smart about this. The duke ducks behind thick bushes distances away from the mages as they essentially float into a camp of hilichurls. He uses the shadows of the night, the cloak of darkness to his advantage, he just about blends in with it. An odd thing to witness though, how they boss them around to do their bidding. The mages are talking amongst themselves and from here he can barely catch what they're saying.

Furina... Focalors... Oceanid vessel... Deception of heaven...

The duke finds himself confused, at a loss.