OOC | This is for the escape log! Map for reference. No tag order, so feel free to tag with "me next" if you're working on a reply to avoid simultaneous-response clusterfucks. Avoid boomeranging without giving other people a chance to participate, but if someone can't tag for a few days at a time, assume those characters are in the background competently keeping up rather than feeling the need to wait for everyone to tag every round. If the group splits up, so can the thread!
The guard who retrieves Talin from Viator's hastily-thrown-together interrogation chamber is tall, human, redheaded and freckled and sunburned, and in need of a haircut. While he talks to Viator he stands up straight, but he's terse and mumbly, and once he's led Talin out of the room by the shoulder he slouches and says, "Asshole."
The door ahead is open. He's been watching the other prisoners, only popping out when called to fetch the elven man back to his cell. He's supposed to trade him for one of the humans; the Qunari clearly needs more than one person to wrangle him, at least if you're a Vint who assumes every Qunari is going to go on a rampage at the least provocation, and the other elf's suspected of magic. The keys to all three of the cell doors, among other things, are jangling in his free hand, knocking now and then against the hilt of his sheathed sword. Any concern that someone (other than the Qunari, of course, whose behavior can't be predicted) might try to fight is outweighed by how suicidal that would be. There's the rest of the fortress behind him.
Anyway, Marcian—that's the guard's name—is an affable young man who's asked after the nastier-looking wounds and dropped off some hard tack as an unauthorized treat. He's pretty sure the prisoners like him. They're practically buddies.
"Between you and me," he says to Talin as they approach the cells, "I won't complain if none of you talk. He'll be so fucking smug if you do."
escaped!
The guard who retrieves Talin from Viator's hastily-thrown-together interrogation chamber is tall, human, redheaded and freckled and sunburned, and in need of a haircut. While he talks to Viator he stands up straight, but he's terse and mumbly, and once he's led Talin out of the room by the shoulder he slouches and says, "Asshole."
The door ahead is open. He's been watching the other prisoners, only popping out when called to fetch the elven man back to his cell. He's supposed to trade him for one of the humans; the Qunari clearly needs more than one person to wrangle him, at least if you're a Vint who assumes every Qunari is going to go on a rampage at the least provocation, and the other elf's suspected of magic. The keys to all three of the cell doors, among other things, are jangling in his free hand, knocking now and then against the hilt of his sheathed sword. Any concern that someone (other than the Qunari, of course, whose behavior can't be predicted) might try to fight is outweighed by how suicidal that would be. There's the rest of the fortress behind him.
Anyway, Marcian—that's the guard's name—is an affable young man who's asked after the nastier-looking wounds and dropped off some hard tack as an unauthorized treat. He's pretty sure the prisoners like him. They're practically buddies.
"Between you and me," he says to Talin as they approach the cells, "I won't complain if none of you talk. He'll be so fucking smug if you do."