Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20150710203213/@comment-5543592-20150710212558

Ragnar brushed the back of his hand down the side of his bread and grunted in frustration. It was a petty thing to get frustrated over, when he was beginning to metabolise his own body because the guards had stopped feeding him- something must've happened up above- but he was used to having a trimmed beard. Other than that, prison wasn't half bad. He had plenty of time to think, he wasn't bothered with trivial matters anymore, like two farmers arguing over half a metre of land, and it was warm compared to the north. They'd put him in isolation on his first day in. Ragnar guessed it was because he was a natural leader, of course. They probably figured he could rally a bunch of disgruntled Imperial prisoners rather easily. But Ragnar knew he had no chance of escape. No one escaped the Imperial prison. He'd never the North again. He would die in here.