~Time within the chamber has been cut shot by the distant footsteps drawing near with each second. Etain fled the spot leaving leather bound ledger behind. She didn't have time to process the confessions she had read in it. All she knew she had to think of something and think she did. Quick behind the wall and wait for an opening to either bolt out of it or, if gods are favorable, take the ledger with her in the process. However, as sounds of pleasure filled her ears, ragged breathing and promises of betrayal hurled over the lips of the one she thought was her master's most treasured friend she felt disgust and was eager to leave the spot. She harbored hope that they will find a better spot for their activity other than cold, damp, cracked filled chamber.~ A scene from the story about Earnan. It's been a long time since I wrote a paragraph to accompany an illustration.