Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-12599067-20140629231702/@comment-11457306-20140702010725

Tegan simmered quietly. She had to find a way to gather more information. Her kinsman seemed to be unwilling to help. She stood for a moment to wipe the sweat from her forehead with the back of a bare arm. At first she had been relieved in the mines, which were even cooler than the dark prison, but now the air seemed stiflng and she was sweaty from the hard work. Wait, what was that? She turned her head back and forth, trying to identify the direction of the breeze which was wafting through the tunnels. She heard a guard shift behind her and quickly bent back down to pound the rock. The noise subsided and she sighed in relief. Her side ached from the blow and blood was now seeping from her blisters. Damn it all to Oblivion!