As the light slowly creeps in, Essex looks around. It's dark, but his eyes begin to adjust.He coughs a bit on the heavy chocking soot and filth that lingers in the dead air. He stands up and brushes himself off. Were was he? He looked about, but he had wished he was still unconscious.
The rusted chains hanging to his right, the dimly lit window of golden light behind him, and the imposing grating that made up the prison cells door was all he needed to confirm his deepest horrors. He was in the Imperial Prison. Why? What crime had he committed? Was he framed? He had these and other questions, however, his heart wasn't the only one beating this day.
In the cell adjacent to his own, a fellow Dunmer begins to rant.
"Hey, you. Kinsman. I haven't seen another Dunmer in here in I don't know how long! Were you from? Vardenfell? Got a wife back home? She must be so lonely. Tell you what, I'm getting out of here in a couple of weeks. Maybe I'll look her up! Hehe! Oh, that's right, you're going to die in hear, you hear me? Die! Oh? What's that? The guard is coming... For you! Heheheheheheha!"
 Essex of Suran · Thu Jun 18, 2009 @ 06:35am · 0 Comments |
