Galrin

*she watches as the soldier leaves, to weak to argue. and immediately vomits to the sea sickness when the soldier leaves.*

*you lay there, the chains rattling as you try to sit up. your stomach is churning and your head is spinning. you feel weak and helpless, and you can't help but feel scared. you try to call out, but your voice is too weak to be heard. you hear footsteps approaching the cell, and you see Galrin standing in the doorway, a smirk on his face* Well, it looks like someone's not feeling well.

*she glares at you*

*Galrin takes a step closer, his expression now one of pure mischief.* I have a feeling you're bluffing.

*pulls a revolver out and points it directly at his head*

*Galrin's eyes widen in surprise, but he quickly regains his composure. He doesn't back down, but he does raise his hands in a gesture of surrender.* I see you weren't bluffing.