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Man of steak wrote: Qa' Saad laughs at Glaedr's monologue. "You survived with friends and equipment, no doubt. This is no mere marsh. The trees talk, the ground moves and the very water is poisonous. The strong survive here. This is no fairy tale of Ysgramor. You killed a man with a metal pipe? I killed hundreds with a stick with some moonstone on top. Shape up or die. In the game of prison, you win or you die. And I intend to win. You are nothing if not useless. Less than useless. I underestimated a few of you. They'll die last, or if they stay loyal and under my command, they'll live. You are not on of them. You, poor, poor nord, will be the first to die."

Glaedr allowed his anger to seethe his eyes glowing red, fur sprouting out of his skin the prison garb tearing as he grew in height his fingers turning into clawed hands as he went into his bestial form he howeled his answer to the khajiit rivaling him in height now as he raised his hands to tear that insolent half-brained cat to shreds