Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-7262318-20170106233106/@comment-30797179-20170109224827

Jonasien was abruptly woken by the sound of the gate crashing down. He was in a daze, at first his vision was blurred as was his hearing, but slowly he got his head together.

''Arkay spare me... ''Jon sat up, his back against a hard and damp stone wall, the cell was barely visable, his attention rushed to entrance of the cell, Tarshal, the tall Dunmer, stepped out of the cell. Jonasien rose slowly, hearing the host of strange and unfamilar voices coming from outside the cell. His chain mail causin some difficulty in standing up, it was then he noticed that he was left only in his gambeson and chainmail, and his sword was missing.

Remaining quiet and observant, he watched cautiously, not sure why he was where he was, and how he got there.