Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-7262318-20170922212658/@comment-7262318-20170924181548

(Begin.)

The inside of the Thalmorian prison boat was dark, and wet. The room was dimly lit by the few candles and the morning light that poured in through the windows. . It was mostly empty, except for the rotting boards that served as their beds.

Even if the occupance wanted to see if there was more to this place, they could not. Their hands were bound together behind their backs, and their legs were chained to the posts that held up their beds. They were quite strong and polished, so it was unlikely they'd be breaking these bonds anytime soon.

"Ugh... fuckin, shite..." Baros grimaced as he slowly opened his eyes, and glared around the room so that his eyes may adjust. "Where's my bow..."