Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-12599067-20140629231702/@comment-5543592-20140701193001

The Bosmer slowly rose up and retrieved the pickaxe, not saying a word. The elf did however spit at the retreating guard's heel. He the turned analyzed the mines inhabitants. It hadn't been the best plan, having himself get arrested, but it was the only option available. He picked a spot close to where the chatty prisoners (y'all's characters) and listened in, hoping to pick up valuable information on the on-goings of the convicts.