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(Unsurprisingly), the door opens at some point today, and through it a young man enters, stumbling as though shoved forcefully from behind.
This would not, perhaps, seem too out of the ordinary, were the young man not, also, stark naked.
He somehow manages to keep his footing as he shouts curses back over his shoulder, -but quickly cuts off. The sound of the place is all wrong, and the doorway he finds himself glaring at doesn't resemble that of the prison he was expecting.
It is only after he has turned, gaping in astonishment, that he remembers; his armour and clothing have been confiscated. Needless to say, he quickly attempts to cover his indecency, with the only thing available to him. His hands.
Welcome him, or he'll continue to stare dumbly; at the number of people, and his surroundings.
(Typist: Sir Lionel of Gaunnes, Arthurian Legend, several sources. Feel free to help him out, gawk, or giggle as you see fit.)
This would not, perhaps, seem too out of the ordinary, were the young man not, also, stark naked.
He somehow manages to keep his footing as he shouts curses back over his shoulder, -but quickly cuts off. The sound of the place is all wrong, and the doorway he finds himself glaring at doesn't resemble that of the prison he was expecting.
It is only after he has turned, gaping in astonishment, that he remembers; his armour and clothing have been confiscated. Needless to say, he quickly attempts to cover his indecency, with the only thing available to him. His hands.
Welcome him, or he'll continue to stare dumbly; at the number of people, and his surroundings.
(Typist: Sir Lionel of Gaunnes, Arthurian Legend, several sources. Feel free to help him out, gawk, or giggle as you see fit.)