Dull, gunmetal light filtered into the cell where he lay on his back. It was rather nice, as cells went; it had a bed that was warm enough for him to sleep comfortably in, although the state of the braces that held it there were dubious enough that he had shifted the mattress and blankets to the ground. There was little in the way of entertainment, but at least there was a water jug in one corner, and he got fed twice a day. Finally, the barred window offered a wonderful view of the night sky, and often, the cell was bathed in moonlight. Syn had placed his mattress in the one place where it didn't fall, but he enjoyed being able to see it nonetheless. A guard, lurking outside his cage door, rattled the bars with a leer. "'ere, you migh' wanna spruce et up in thar, ya? You go' a lady frend commin yor way soon." Syn said nothing in reply, as he always had, but his eyebrow quirked in interest. They were giving him a cellmate, were they? Well, he knew of few reasons that alchemists would want to imprison somebody, save for the like of why they'd imprisoned him. After all, any alchemist worth the name would want to 'study' something that couldn't die. Idly watching a bird as it looped through the sky, Syn set about wondering who - and what - his new cellmate was.