[Outside Cerule, detainment cell guardroom]Here is where the gate guards take breaks from their work. A scuffed table with a stick figure scratched into the top sits under an empty coat rack. On the west wall is a lone square window, its light nearly blocked by a giant cork carving of a duck perched on the sill.
You see a cork duck and a mirror.
Obvious exits: east.
Looking in the mirror...You see Zilal the young female Human.
She has long legs; close-cropped brown hair; grey eyes and tanned skin.
She is tall for a Human, and fit.
She looks healthy.
Zilal is carrying nothing in her left hand and an etched walking stick in her right hand.
She is wearing a dirty white corlith shirt, some plain tan trousers, some shabby loden ankle-tie sandals and a black muslin cloak.
You pick at a mirror.
You raise your etched walking stick in the air.