Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-12599067-20140629231702/@comment-12599067-20140703033032

The knife thrown by Scathach was well-aimed. It sunk deep into a chink in the hide of the hound's vulnerable throat to the point that only the hilt could be seen, emitting a strangled shriek from the nix-hound before it fell forward into the Khajiit's lap, dead. The guards jeered and applauded, but before either of them could bask or be revolted, the portcullis opened and they were swiftly escorted out of the arena and back to their cells.

In the mines, the group could hear the distant sound of a large bell being run. The guards and the majority of the prisoners looked up, as the ringing of the bell meant that their time in the mines was over for the day. Bjolmar tossed aside his pickaxe and grabbed his cart full of ore, then began pushing it along through the tunnel up to the surface for inspection by the Dunmer lieutenant, who was checking off names on a logbook. The guards stayed behind to herd anyone who didn't move along onwards, watching and waiting for the last of the prisoners to file out of the tunnels and back to the surface.