The sound of water falling from the edges of the cell started to irritate him. The constant feeling of being alone in this world was truly something he thought he had gone through but yet, he really felt sad from all this isolation. He got out of bed, his long crimson hair brushing the ground and his beard almost at his knee. His face was entirely kept in shadow by his overwhelming lock of hair. He had a massive body, almost two meter tall and one hundred kilogramme of muscle.

He was walking from a point of the cell to another. With all the time he had spent wandering inside those two square meter he knew perfectly well where was everything. Suddenly he stopped. His enhanced hearing intercepting a slight sound from the entry of the jail. He got to his door and watched as people entered the main corridor fighting with ghost with their blade. He smiled, here he had thought that he was alone, but indeed, they were spirit all along.

"Hey you! Free me and I will send all those ghost in oblivion!" he yelled out loud.

One of the men gave him a look and run to him, getting the key and opening the door. The tall man smiled widely has he walked outside of the cell, giving a mischievous grin toward the ghost who already seemed afraid of him. He grabbed an axe and came toward the action. Even the people who had freed him were starting to feel uneasy. The one that had opened the gate was a wizard and when he saw the inscription on the door frame he started panicking.

There, in old elven sentence, was a spell to neutralize and seal magic. And judging by the number of writing, this man must be an incredibly powerful magician. The man stopped, as he stood at the middle of the corridor, he was giving glance at each ghost in a dubious look. He opened widely his arms and stretched all his body, making it crack and sweat power.

"You know, it been one thousand, two hundred year, four month, twenty-two days, fifteen hour, forty-four minute and three second since I last saw a living human. So to thanks you, I will end it rapidly."

In the blink of an eye, the man stood in front of one of the ghost and with a single move from the arm, he destroyed it, cutting it in half. Five second later and all the ghost had been annihilated. As for now, the man was whistling some music as he cut with his axe his messy hairstyle. Taking all the time he needed, he revealed himself as having dry traits and blue eyes. He donned his hair in a traditional nord way and used a string to pull together his beard.

"What are you?" the wizard asked

"Me? I'm a man." he replied

"Why aren't you dead?" another man inquired

"I can't die. I'm immortal, which is why they put me in jail, because they couldn't execute me in the first place." he stood up and waved his hand while walking away. "have a nice time here little bandits!"

As he opened the door, he saw for the first time in two thousand years the day sky and felt truly relieved. The thing was that the whole building had fall into the river. This was the first thing he had decided to do, find a town and drink as much as he could.

"I think I will love this era!"