Sulli
OOC:
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All you have is your clothes and your water skin (empty). Almost everything you had was sharp or could be used as a weapon.
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Saros, quietly in Elven, "Well, the few times they do come anyone who is caught speaking Elven, they kill..." he shudders a little "I would suggest you not speak to loud"
Saros then mutters incoherently to himself for a little bit.
"Get your rest now, we shall talk tomarrow..."
You guys attempt to sleep, its hard at first with no blankets or a bed, but you use the backpacks as a pillow.
THE NEXT DAY:
When you all wake up, you have troubles discerning the time, for there is no light other than the few torches in the hallways.
"I'm not sure why they brought you guys here, but I guess we should plan a way out, other than starving me... " He then points to all of the cells within his vision. " You guys have food! Maybe they don't want you guys to die." He then peels the leather off the wall that he previously put up there and begins chewing on it again. "If you guys are getting fed I don't see why you guys would want to leave..." The fairly old man then gets in a rage and begins screaming in Elven. "LET ME OUTTA HERE, FEED ME!!!!! AHHHH!" and he slams against the bars with all his might, they dont budge at all.
Just seconds after the fighting began you all hear Saros scream and you hear a loud pounding sound followed by a cracking sound. (Avan sees some large beings in scale mail grab him, cram his head through the bars and break his neck. Leaving Saros hanging on the bars)