Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5320677-20140906161253/@comment-5320677-20140906182852

((No Problem))

The Warden looked out over the Workyard, smiling ever so sligthly, he looked down on everyone he could survey and saw the Prisoners conversing and working, some even doing some trading, typically it was Skooma for a Shiv or a discarded dagger, but occasionally it was food or a cloak for the cold nights out in the Yard if the Prisoners failed to make the quota, he called over his second in command, a big brute of a man named Nash.

"Yessir?" asked Nash his square jawed face and brown eyes dull as an iron dagger

"Tonight I'm going to open up the Arena, do we still have Trolls in the Pens?"

"Yessir!" said Nash excitedly

"Marvelous, tonight I'm pitting a troll against a volunteer" by volunteer he meant someone who would be forcibly taken to The Arena

"Should we round up the Prisoners?"

"Not yet, wait until Dinner, that's when I'll make the announcement"

"Yessir!"