Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5543592-20141115020857/@comment-5543592-20141116020309

Tomas went to the shower room, got in his cell (which still made him uncomfortable), and pulled the robes back off. He pulled a Dwarven lever the shower started back up. Lorcan grabbed the scrubing thing, which looked very clean. He began a through scurbing.

Being here, in this shower, reminded him of being back in the dungeon. For some reason, he missed it. The only family he'd ever had was with the POWs. And now he was in a foriegn place. It might've been safer, with better food, and friendlier people, but it was still new. The Argonian guy seemed nice enough. Perhaps they'd be friends.