Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-12599067-20140629231702/@comment-6006054-20140630012904

Uvaryl wondered if he'd be trapped in a cell with one of those surrounding him. Depending on who it was, they could be provoked into killing him. He closed his crimson eyes, letting a slight breeze play across his skin. This could be the last time he might feel the wind, and he wanted to be able to remember it.