A proud and strong Dark Elf.
Entrusted with the Amulet of Kings.
Witness of Emporer Uriel's death.
Freed from the horrible Imperial jail...
And then locked in the Bruma jail...
Growing rather arrogant, Lundi shook the bars of her smelly, cramped, and dim cell. A Bruma jailer strolled up with a smirk on his pig-like Imperial face. His old yellow curiass lay in a heap on a nearby table along with his sword and shield. By the looks of his tired and irritated face, he was assigned here all night.
"Please Dunmer, stop. Shaking your cage won't get you out any quicker." He stopped in front of the cold bars and thwacked them with his gauntlet, making a loud and annoying rattle. "Boy oh boy, you've really become a thorn in our side ever since that incident with the horses. Seriously, what kind sick drudge drowns horses?"
She spoke up, "Actually, they were dead before I threw them in the lake. Paint Horses are so...clumsy."
"Keep up that tone and you'll find yourself here another week." the guard crept along the cell and dangled the keys in front of her face. "It is my decision." Still keeping that smirk plastered on his face, he went back to a table and sat, picking up a mug.
"You know," Lundi proclaimed, "I don't think taking something from the floor is illegal. You Imperials are so uptight!"
The guard cocked an eyebrow, "Right, it is a stupid rule. But thieves such as you shouldn't be given one chance to steal anything."
Lundi didn't know that picking up an apple from the floor of Nord Winds would give her a week of jail time! It just fell on the floor and was staring her in the face! Mocking her! She had to pick it up for the sake of cleanliness. But a yellow clad guard caught her and she took jail instead of the fine.
And the fine was nothing really big...only five gold, actually. But Lundi was proud; she would rather be thrown into the gaping maw of Oblivion before she gave even one gold to those damned guards.
She had been to the Bruma jail many times. It seemed more like home to her than the shabby house on the Imperial Waterfront.
Lundi sighed, settling herself into the scraggly straw that she laid over her bedroll. She began to doze, the actual punishment for being locked in jail was boredom. The prison actually served better food than what she could afford.
"Hey!" the jailer shouted in her direction.
Lundi looked up with a scowl, "What."
The Imperial held a quill in his hand and a parchment stained with mead lay on his table, "What's your name, elf?"
"Lundi," she muttered before laying back down on her side. She watched the jailer with a mocking expression.
He began to write on the parchment for a while, then held it up so she could see. "This goes to the Countess, Lundi. Anymore offenses and your banned from Bruma."
She crossed her arms, but kept herself propped up on an elbow. "You can be sure I won't cause anymore trouble here. Just for the sake of not being stuck in a jail with you as the guard." She suppressed a giggle.
The jailer's expression did not change. He folded the parchment and pinned it under a mug. "Well, I guess I'm doing my job right, then."
"Hmph." She chewed on her lip, anxiously hoping those guards were taking good care of her weapons. She went through a lot of trouble to get that Goldbrand and explored countless ruins and forts to get the armor that suited her well enough.
Something caught the jailer's attention and he looked over his shoulder, standing out of his chair at the same time. Another Bruma guard came into the jailroom, holding another prisoner in wrist irons. A Nord.
He was a tall bulky man with messy brown hair that made him almost resemble an animal. But then again, most Nords look that way; Lundi was surprised by how such a wild figure would've been captured by the guard. The jailer saluted to the other soldier and took the Nord in. He didn't bother to look around for an empty cell; he headed straight for Lundi's. He unlocked the gate and pushed the unstruggling Nord through, almost having him tread over the Dark Elf.
With a sneer, the jailer locked the gate again and returned to his mug of mead. Lundi gaped at him, off all the empty cells in this place he had to stick that man into her's?
Oh, she wouldn't forget this.
The bear-like Nord grasped the bars, staring straight into nothingness, not bothering to acknowledge Lundi. Casually, she laid back in her bedroll and eyed the Nord with a playful grin.
"So...what are you in for?"
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A bit short, yes. But I hope to get better with experience. :)