Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-12599067-20140629231702/@comment-11457306-20140702031812

(Yes, enough about rats.  I have my own horrifying rat tales.)

Saga returned to Raig's side and worked silently, feeling more comfortable in his presence with each passing hour. He had not hurt her or abused her verbally at all, which puzzled her, but which was nevertheless comforting in some small degree. She had very little security or serenity in the prison. She felt safest backed into a corner of her cell. The others called her timid. She did not care what they thought, for it often worked in her favor. She had always been a solitary person and to be thrown in with hundreds of other prisoners and guards was pure torture for her. She was also very crafty--cunning, even. She had not survived five years in prison by being stupid.