- Three days passed without incident at the citidel, unquestionably the longest 3 days of our lives.
- Late in the morning guards came to move us. We pieced together that we were being moved because of coming Freeday. We didn’t question this or think much of it. As we made our way back to the River Quarter, turning onto The Strip going toward our home on Cargo Street, we had the sudden urge fill our bodies to sleep. Fight as we might, we had no choice but to fall into a deep slumber.
- When we awoke, having gotten the most peaceful rest we have had in more than a week, we found ourselves in prison cells. So rightly we didn’t think much of the nap. But after a short time, getting a feel for our surroundings, Donnor’s sixth sence as a dwarf told him that these aren’t the same cells that we had spent time in before. After relaying the information that we weren’t underground right now, I started to realize myself that the smell and feel of the air did have a different quality to it.
- So after attempting to pick my lock with a piece of wood, without success, I asked the neighboring detainees if anyone had a bone or maybe a small piece of metal that I may be able to use as a lock pick. Ilya, the female elf prisoner in the cell next to Barnin’s had a hair pin! What an amazing stroke of luck!
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