In the dungeons, Wren sits staring at the wall as if she can see a large clock face in front of her, she watches the hands as if they can move. A second hand taking longer to do a single click and she is sure that even her own mind is against her. As the time passes slowly, her eyes can only narrow as if the clock in her mind is making as much fun of her as her life currently is.
It is not as if she is anxiously awaiting her own torture, but usually by now she has had her midday thrashing. She doesn't enjoy the experience. She is numb to it but at least it gives her some sort of sense of time so now she can only feel lost.
Her mind starts to play tricks on her as she sees the hands of her own clock moving backward to a reset. Maybe she has been locked up for so long that she is thinkin
