Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-12599067-20140629231702/@comment-12599067-20140630093851

(Sorry 'bout that, I got rather sidetracked.)

When he did not receive any form of thanks from anyone in the group, Regimus scowled and let out an exasperated sigh, having truly though the convicts to be at least somewhat sensible, and pushed open the door. The lieutenants followed shortly behind, in turn followed by the prisoners, who were poked and prodded with the sharp spears of the guards whenever they refused to move. They stopped in the middle of a large room, presumably some kind of waiting room, and waited for a moment as Regimus barked out orders for the same Imperial (who had by now been identified as Cautus) to go fetch his logbook.

While the lieutenant was away, Regimus took a moment to explain exactly what was expected of the prisoners. Although he would occasionally stop them every once and a while to make sure they were understanding (or simply to glare at Ralyn), the warden made it rather clear what their schedule was. Each day they would receive one meal in the morning before being taken out into the yard and either put to work in the reportedly rich iron mines under the prison or thrown into the prison's arena (located in the center of the prison, which reportedly held some of the worst criminals) to fight a randomly selected foe. Those who worked long and/or hard enough in the iron mines or survived the arena would receive an extra meal, while those who did not work or fight would receive only one. Plates were handed back after each meal and canteens were filled at the start of every day before being handed back in at the end of said day.

Shortly after Regimus had cleared that up, Cautus came back, withdrawing a logbook that seemed unnecessarily large from under one arm and offering it to Regimus, who promptly began flipping through it until he found the names of the prisoners standing before him. At that point Regimus was more than ready to be rid of the convicts and promptly led them down the hall to their left, the armed guards still aiming spear points at their backs should they decide to make a break for it.

The warden and his lieutenants led the group up a staircase onto the second floor and from there over to a group of cells labelled B-29 through B-35. Inside B-31 sat a rather young and timid-looking Nord woman, and in B-34 a rather large shadow could be seen sulking in the corner, although features were hard to make out. Regimus promptly cut their binds and began moving the prisoners into their cells, first throwing Ng'Pasta and J'skar into B-29, then tossing Scathach and Kastav into B-30. Raig was more or less kicked into B-31, with Drazirahc and Ralyn booted into B-32, and Malvys and Uvaryn hurled into B-33. Tegan was dumped into B-34 with the tall shadowy fellow, leaving Havitt and Julien with B-35. Upon realizing that there had been a calculation error and Verri'Anna was left on her own, Regimus simply tossed her in with Raig and Saga with the excuse/lie that he would fix the problem in the morning.

The cells they were thrown in were rather empty, which was unsurprising considering people generally didn't decorate jail cells anyways. A single window that allowed them to look out over the marshes to the west and two beds (each made of a large wooden plank fastened to the wall by rusted steel chains and fasteners) were pretty much all of note in the room, save for an assumably multi-purpose bucket in one corner of the room.