Thread:ArwenoftheSunland/@comment-27824390-20170411225044/@comment-28247510-20170412184911

Sleet finally came back to the prison, mostly because he was bored out of his mind. He came to stop in front of her cell, his obsidian eyes narrowed accusingly. "Are you ready to talk yet?" He asked grumpily, wondering why she was way in the back of the cell. He glanced around the cell, and noticed the dust and dirt was sitrred up in one spot, though he couldn't tell if it was supposed to be a picture, or a word. "What's that?" He gesutred at it, immediately suspicious.