New arrival.
Who: Gwaine and whoever finds him.
What: Gwaine finds himself a long way from home.
Where: 5th floor.
When: Day six, afternoon.
Status: In progress.
Warnings: None
Gwaine was stood by the door of this strange room he found himself imprisoned in. Several times in these last few hours he was sure he heard movement outside and if he is to stand any chance of escaping this place it wouldn't be wise to be caught unawares when his captors finally enter. Although, he smiled to himself, this place was preferable to the inside of some of the prisons he had seen. Even King Uther himself would be comfortable here.
After a time he began to grow even more suspicious and, if he admitted it to himself, a little embarrassed. What was he doing hiding behind the door like this? He crossed the room to the desk at the foot of the largest bed he had ever seen and picked up the key that lay there. Surely not, he thought, surely prisons in this strange land haven't taken to providing their inmates with keys.
He shook himself, he was Gwaine, son of Lot fiercest fighter in Carleon's army! No one would ever be able to accuse him of cowardice, reluctant as he was to find himself in whatever sorcerers trap lay outside the door. Unarmed he may have been but coward he was none, so without giving himself more time to doubt he tried the key in the door. The sound of the tumblers clicking back as it unlocked unnerved him more than anything else about this place. Cautiously he opened the door, ready for whatever guards may be waiting. The fact that there appeared to be none did little to ease his mind.
What: Gwaine finds himself a long way from home.
Where: 5th floor.
When: Day six, afternoon.
Status: In progress.
Warnings: None
Gwaine was stood by the door of this strange room he found himself imprisoned in. Several times in these last few hours he was sure he heard movement outside and if he is to stand any chance of escaping this place it wouldn't be wise to be caught unawares when his captors finally enter. Although, he smiled to himself, this place was preferable to the inside of some of the prisons he had seen. Even King Uther himself would be comfortable here.
After a time he began to grow even more suspicious and, if he admitted it to himself, a little embarrassed. What was he doing hiding behind the door like this? He crossed the room to the desk at the foot of the largest bed he had ever seen and picked up the key that lay there. Surely not, he thought, surely prisons in this strange land haven't taken to providing their inmates with keys.
He shook himself, he was Gwaine, son of Lot fiercest fighter in Carleon's army! No one would ever be able to accuse him of cowardice, reluctant as he was to find himself in whatever sorcerers trap lay outside the door. Unarmed he may have been but coward he was none, so without giving himself more time to doubt he tried the key in the door. The sound of the tumblers clicking back as it unlocked unnerved him more than anything else about this place. Cautiously he opened the door, ready for whatever guards may be waiting. The fact that there appeared to be none did little to ease his mind.