Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-11457306-20140704014014/@comment-12599067-20140705153458

Morning came far too early for everyone. The sun was only just peering over to horizon when the guards began waking the prisoners and dragging them out of their cells, clanging their spears to wake those who had not already woken. Promptly they were hauled off to the mines and once again given their carts and picks, then shoved back into the mines and once again put to work.

Not long after they had started, Bjol decided he was done with mining for the day. He threw his pickaxe aside and turned to the nearest guard, looking quite serious.

"Take me to the arena," Bjolmar half-ordered, knowing that he would have to get back in shape and could probably find someone who might know something about the mines before the guards tossed him into the ring.