Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-26103034-20160110131705/@comment-24824884-20160112190549

North clenched his jaw the minute he woke, the stench of sweat and piss invaded his nose, making his eyes water.

He struggled to his feet, his face a grimace. His eyes quickly adapted to the poor light pooling into the cell from a small, barred window.

North quickly looked around, the cell was empty apart from him. He wore nothing but tattered and stained leather trousers.The dunmer walked up to the cell bars, put both his hands on the rusted peices of metal and started shaking, testing their strength. The bars woblled slightly, but they would hold.

He sat down at the end of the cell, and closed his eyes.