The stale air of the dungeons always brought the mood down in Mysti’s opinion. Too dark, too dank, too… depressing for the blue skinned beauty to enjoy. Granted being the royal warden did make for a grim job. At least for most people~ She had already been waiting for roughly an hour now and was starting to get impatient. Sure, these humans were all about their order and laws, but when the sentence was always the same, why did it matter? After all, every prisoner would end up in the