un : dappled peals of the parted seas (voice)

[beitangmoran]

I seem to have provoked the ire of Lord Thyvault and currently find myself rather uncomfortably confined to a cell. If anyone out could let His Highness Haiva know, I would be most grateful.

... Oh, and if I could prevail on anyone to come get me out? It's not an emergency, but the smells are rather revolting down there.

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[saintclaire]

[Kim pauses; this place has minimal internal security, and punishment means nothing but putting up with some bad smells and mild discomfort. Noted.]

Do whatever you want, then. I'll talk to him.

[beitangmoran]

[It's unpleasant, but it's not unlike most prisons he himself has on occasion sent people to, so he doesn't find it it that out there. The smells, though...]

I expect I might be out by the morrow. We're not trying to hurt the guards, so it'll take a bit of time.

[saintclaire]

And if it upsets Thyvault more? What's the plan then?

[beitangmoran]

He has an undead army at his gate. If he has time to be upset about this, he has bigger problems.

Besides, he didn't tell anyone how long I was supposed to be down there.

[saintclaire]

[Calm and firm:]

This is the most childish approach to being arrested and jailed I’ve ever heard.

[beitangmoran]

Well, it's my first time, and the last person I jailed pretty much did this exact thing.