Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-11457306-20140706152951/@comment-11457306-20140710020422

Morning came too early again. The prisoners were given their ration of food and flask of water and dragged or kicked or prodded out of their cells. The mine stood ready for them as it had the previous two days and those not destined for the arena picked up their tools and carts and plodded down the shaft into the tunnels.

Tegan had torn strips from her rags to pad her hands today. She was still very sore and very hungry. She wondered how Saga had made it this long. She watched the woman out of the corner of her eyes, for she had shown up as the prisoners were being herded out, escorted by a guard from the infirmary.

I swear she looks different today...