The man standing by the door lost balanced and fell to the ground when he heard the screams behind him. A rather rude way to wake him up from his sleep. He rubbed the back of his head when he stood up again, shouting up to the others. "Shaw. The girl's awake. Screaming like a bloody banshee." He walked up to open the lock while the head of the group made his way downstairs. When the iron door opened, the candle light illuminated parts of the cell.
A tall, slim figure entered, with a belt full of daggers and a cloak to conceal them. He was followed by the same bulky men who found her on the street. The rest of the gang stood outside, waiting, ogling at their boss. Amongst them was one who stood out. A grey skinned, horned young person. Androgynous. The man known as Shawn kneeled down a couple feet away from Melian. "Oi, oi, oi. You're gonna need some strength talk talk now sweety."
