Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-12599067-20140629231702/@comment-6006054-20140701025636

Uvaryl grew frusturated. The khajit was right, it seemed rather clever for an animal. He groaned at that thought. He had been spending far too much time with the more political members of the Cammona Tong. After a few minutes he threw down his pickaxe, and walked to a guard. "Sir, I understand you have an arena in this prison. I would like to ask if I may be permitted to serve there today instead, if I am so permitted sir." Uvaryl said this politely and submissively, it was pointless to be coarse and rude to an armed and likely sadistic man.