Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24530992-20140420011843/@comment-24918737-20140421145128

Meanwhile, in Alinor:

Proximus laid in that cell, in rags, being watched by that bulky thalmor jailor all the time. The last he remember was saving Agnar from that guardsman, and then he got run down.

A torturer was approaching him, frost magic in one hand and a pickaxe in the other.

"You will help us or you will die!" The thalmor laughed. "Deja vu, much? You remember when you had to join the rebels?"

Proximus attempted to spit in his face, but he froze the enema mid air and hit him on the lip with the pickaxe.