The guards at the foot of the stairs dropped the blocks before her once again, as each time before it, and it was all she could do to keep her frustration and desperation from coming out in another fashion. Calling out, even as she hated the plaintive note in her voice, which made it a plea more than an order to the man she could not even see from here. "Please, Jailer, Let me see my father."
"Can't be done." The cold voice called back from the darkened interior, twisted and turned around another corner, deeper into the dungeon. The footsteps of his movements, against his cool, annoyed, voice. "I've tol' you."
( Marian, I am well. )