Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20141012162512/@comment-10197675-20141019163812

Meanwhile…

Mautarn sat in his small and silent cell, staring at the wall. Hours had pranced by as the alchemist had almost skipped time within his prison cell, the Redguard started to sigh and splutter, as he started to realize that he had gotten this far and traveled to another realm only to get caught and then thrown into a dungeon.

He stood up and looked through the Golden bars of his cell, a stubby Dwemer guard sat on a chair in the prison hallway half asleep, as he glared at the Redguard, releasing a dim sensation.

The Redguard sat back down in his cell, he pondered heavily, trying to conjure a way to get out of this lockup.