Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-11457306-20140704014014/@comment-11457306-20140705192708

Tegan was taken aback by the look Daithi gave her. She felt her face flush. She turned back to the rock she was pounding and focused her full attention on it, trying to regain control. She knew she was no great beauty, especially with the scars she bore on her face and the brand on her chest. Her face was covered in freckles and her dark locks were clipped short to fit under her cowl. It had to be because these men were trapped in prison with nothing else to do except mine or fight. They did not have the freedom to go into town and court the local girls or even have a fling with the tavern wenches.

She took a deep breath to clear her thoughts. She'd not gotten a chance to ask him if he would be willing to attempt breaking into the Warden's office. Dammit.  Well, the day was young.