Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-7262318-20170106233106/@comment-6006054-20170108021135

"I'd make a poor prostitute, I'm afraid." Halvas admitted. "Make my living as something of a mercenary. Paid researcher works too."

Halvas glanced at the roof and made a cursory inspection of his cell as he spoke. He paid special attention to where iron bars met stone, and where mortar sealed brick to brick.