Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24449631-20140901211815/@comment-3293219-20140904185343

Nadira's eyels slowly opened as she came to, noticing that her hands were bound together, with a tough piece of rope. The Breton felt like she was drunk, the world spinning around her as it came into focus, made standing up difficult but she pushed past it and soon found herself knelt up.

The Breton awoke to find herself in a cell, a dark, dank place, that reminded her of Azarath's old 'home.' Why was she here?

She looked around, to see Emarrel, looking like she was deep in thought but didn't look panicked.

"Did Azarath get us arrested?" She mumbled, her coordination was a little off.