Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-12599067-20140629231702/@comment-11457306-20140630011449

Saga pressed herself back into the darkest corner of her cell, like a skeever in a hole. She could hear the guards trotting back and forth, orders being given, prisoners on the work detail being pressed into service to somewhat clean the cells. It was Arrival Day. That was what she called it when new prisoners joined them. It was a scary day for her always. She never knew if she would get a new cellmate or not. She never knew if some new prisoner would arrive thinking he could take over the prison, or what new violence might be visited upon her as a result.

She knew she would get a new cellmate this time. Her previous one was surely dead. He'd been taken away to the arena and not returned. The guards wouldn't tell her if he was dead or alive and in the infirmary--but it had been too long. If he'd been in the infirmary, he would have been returned by now.

She shivered and tried to still her pounding heart.