A smile crept across Kethrii’s face. "Dull is a polite word for it!" She flopped her hands at her sides. "I think I might run through the hall screaming if I stay in here any longer..." Kell chuckled at that, inviting himself in and closing the door behind him. Kethrii didn't mind. She was glad for the distraction of company. “I might have to join you. Being stuck here is taking its toll on me," he stated, leaning against the wall casually. "So how long do you think we’ll be stuck here?" "Honestly, I have no idea." Kethrii shook her head, leaning back to sit on the window seat across from him. "Syrinia, as... I'm sure you're aware, is an.... interesting woman. She seems to think I'm honor-bound as a member of the guild to stay and enjoy the Teryn's hospitality. I argued that I could sleep outside with the horses for all the Teryn cares." Kethrii smiled wryly. "She didn't take the joke well." Honestly, Kethrii was curious about the scrolls she'd handed to Shanen, but hadn't heard a word about them in days. The young noble had thanked her kindly enough... but then that was all. He was clearly interested in what the scrolls contained, but seemed more keen on a way to save his previous captor than actually find the riches the scrolls hinted at. Keth was hoping for at least a finder's fee... but now it seemed she would never know the scroll's secrets. Right now, that didn't matter much at all if it meant another evening stuck in the Gods-forsaken keep. "It's aalllll about the politics with these people." She stuck out a hand to his giant hound, wondering if it was pat-able or if it might take offense and bite her hand off, before glanced up to Kell once more. "I think the real question is... how long are we going to last before we just make a break for it?"