Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-32663439-20150711194841/@comment-32663439-20150717120515

"Well if he does escape, and you're there, he'll attack you again," Svana said.

Fionn was brought into a building, and brought him down what seemed countless flights of stairs, deeper and deeper down. Constantly, the guards were unlocking gates, bringing Fionn through, and then locking the gates again. At one point, Fionn's circuitry... (would be affected however it would be affected when a constant minor EMP field was present around him). He wasn't let out of the cage he was in, and was instead lowered into a dark rectangular pit, made to hold the cage he was in, apparently. He could still breathe, but everything was entirely dark and the EMP was constant. The sound of a lid over top the pit closing hydraulically could be heard.

(That's the singular prison cell for very dangerous criminals. You can escape, of course, but it isn't easy. Expensive to make, so Whiterun only has one.)

Relea nodded as she got up. "Should Mr Poincairre come with us, or go home, or...?"

Krista opened her soda and sipped it. She looked to Tyrial. "So... do you think your brother saw you in the arena?"