[open] gay baby jail 2: son of gay baby jail

[altusimperius]

WHO: Benedict and Approved Visitors
WHAT: Treacherous Vint in a dungeon and he's just happy to be here y'all
WHEN: Kingsway
WHERE: below the mage tower (I think??)
NOTES: will update as needed

It might be at any hour of the day, though likely in the daytime, when one comes to find the dungeon's current occupant.
It's bizarrely nostalgic, that he should be in the same cell, on the same magebane, as he was several years ago when he first arrived in Kirkwall, kicking and fighting and shouting to anyone who would listen that he wasn't Venatori, dragged in and abandoned by his not-Not-Venatori mentor. He'd worked his way out from that, fought tooth and nail for two years to be someone worthy of freedom, of influence.

And now he's back. There's no kicking or shouting this time, and the young man seems a decade older. When he isn't sleeping, Benedict sits quietly on the bed, back straight, staring into space; he eats what he's given, magebane and all, without complaint. He doesn't speak unless spoken to, asks for nothing, and is on the whole so utterly unlike himself that it would likely be less surprising to learn he had been swapped out with a double, the real Benedict still in Minrathous making the same mistakes and never coming back.

But he's here, it's him, and he's at the mercy of any visitors-- good-standing members of Riftwatch only, of course-- who choose to make the trip downstairs.

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[gentlecountry]

It is a fine and beautiful morning, when Barty chooses to make his trek down to the dungeons for his visit. That is to say, it is sunny, and cloudless, and sailing fair fit to remain so for the entirety of the day. There are children, there are calling birds, and not all of them seagulls! The whole thing is a recipe for sunburn as sure as any Barty has ever had; no, thank you.

He'll take the nice, dank dungeon.

"Now, who haves we gots here," He says, coming even with Benedict's cell. As if he didn't know. As if it were possible for anyone with sense not to know, who Benedict Quintus Artemaeus was, "Ah, well. That's a damned shame it is. but! No sense in wasting yous downs here on nothing."

And yes, he's dressed in Warden colors. Most of Barty's clothes have the Grey Griffon on them, after all. He's got no reason to diversify.

[altusimperius]

Benedict is asleep, burritoed up in the ragged blanket he's been allotted, but the sound of the dungeon door opening is enough to rouse him. He can sense to a degree that the day is clear, though he can't see the sky through his small window: just the building across the courtyard, which goes up higher than he can crane his neck.

But he hears the birds, and sees the sunshine, which...

...is kind of a bummer, since he's stuck here. But at least he's got a visitor.

He curls his legs under him as he sits up on the bed, huddling the blanket around his shoulders in the morning chill. For the moment he just stares at the dwarf, still waking up, trying to remember if he's seen him before and glean why he might be down here.