Ownership of the staff of Estelle 5

Darkness crept in, and everything and everywhere felt itchy and wet. A water droplet landed on Elowyn's face, and the foul smell of her surroundings added to her waking senses. 

As she looked up, all she could see was a stone ceiling filled with cracks and spiderwebs. The air around her was thick with the stench of death, with rotting bodies lying nearby, and rats feasting on the gruesome scene.

She couldn't even remember how many days it had been since she was thrown into this prison. 

Initially, she had been violently ill, vomiting from the shock of her confinement. However, as time passed, she grew accustomed to the wretched conditions. With tired, stressed eyes and a body that had lost its natural beauty, Elowyn sighed heavily.

"Haa..." With the sigh, she attempted to get up, or at least tried to. A sharp pain shot through her leg, and the realization struck her once again – she had lost one of her legs just yesterda.