Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-11457306-20140706152951/@comment-11457306-20140710015632

(Here, here.  Communism only works in an industrialized world.  A dictatorship I can see.  Communism, no way.)

(Okay, here goes.)

Tegan sighed and lay down on her plank. She was exhausted and it was late. She had to sleep.

Bjol noted the blood dried on her face and tunic. "Are you okay?  Did they hurt you?"

Tegan closed her eyes rather than roll them at him. "They've been hurting me since I got here.  I hit my nose on the floor when they threw me into the cell.  That's why the blood."

"What was Praestus up to?"

"I think he was looking for Saga.  I don't know why, but it can't be good.  I really hope she's okay.  We need her."

"Is she really a Seer?"

"Yes.  She can provide valuable information, tell us if what we plan will work, that kind of thing."

There was a pause while they both thought. Tegan spoke first.

"Think you can pretend to respond to Sysene?  Convince her to help?"

The thought made Bjol sick at his stomach. "No."

"You think hard about that, Bjol.  'Cause right now, I don't see any way out of this." She rolled over on to her side, facing the wall. "Good night, Bjol."

Bjol was silent.