Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-12599067-20140629231702/@comment-11457306-20140701015127

Silence descended upon the prison as everyone either lay quietly or went to sleep, marred only by the stamp and jingle of the guards booted feet and chain mail as they made their rounds and of course the snoring of the prisoners. Those who were wise slept, for they knew the next day would be hard, as all of them were.

Saga had already settled down, Tegan followed shortly after her, not progressing very far in her talk with Bjomar. She didn't know how much to trust him yet and trust was essential to her.

The guards woke them all early in the morning, banging on the bars with their spears and depositing their morning meal on the floor just inside the cell doors. A group of three made the rounds in each block, with two standing watch while the other delivered the plates.

"Eat quickly," advised Saga, darting in to grab her share before anyone could get it. "They won't give us much time.  It was the usual prison food, not quite slop but nearly so.

They were then all herded out of their cells and prodded into the yard, where daily assignments were made. Fortunately for all of the prisoners in Cell Block B, they were assigned to the mines. Saga was relieved. She'd been in the Arena several times and had only just barely survived.

They were taken down into the tunnels, shown where the pickaxes were and told to get to it. Hand carts were provided to fill and be hauled back up to the prison level, where it was loaded onto carts to go for further processing. Saga didn't know about that part, she'd never been picked for that duty.

Tegan sighed and picked up a pickaxe. She looked to Bjolmar for any hints as to where to start.

(Be Back. Bathtime.  Now you can talk to each other.  Don't start any crap or I'll have a guard beat the stuffing out of you later.)