Author's note: No, I do NOT own Oblivion (which is copyrighted by Bethesda!)! I wish I did, though. That would be so cool.
Stupid, stupid, stupid me! How could he have been so stupid and gotten caught? The figure in the cell paced back and fourth, in a rhythmic pattern, turning around at the table, and then at the bed. It was impossible to tell what race this person was, only that he was a male, and was not an Orc or one of the beastfolk.
"Baurus, lock that door behind us." The prisoner paused for a second, apparently looking at the Iron Gate that blocked his only way to freedom. He stood still as three oddly armored guards, not wearing the traditional imperial guard armor, and one elderly man dressed in expensive clothing walked up to his portcullis.
"What's this prisoner doing here? This cell is supposed to be off-limits!" An Imperial woman in the unknown armor sternly asked another Imperial to her right.
"Err, the usual mix-up with the watch, I'll—" He didn't get to finish, as the woman abruptly cut him off.
"Never mind, just get that gate open."
The imperial male looked over at the unknown prisoner, and a shiver ran through his spine. Even though there was very little light in the cell, the prisoner's eyes were red. They weren't the kind of red a Dark Elf had, these were demonic; a pair of satanic orbs that seemed to have a lust for blood. The male blinked for a second, and when he opened his eyes, all he saw was a dark silhouette of the prisoner.
The male guard recovered quickly, mentally telling himself, it's okay. All it is is the past few hours playing tricks on me. He straightened out and said, "Prisoner! Stay where you are, by the window. The prisoner made no attempts to speak; the only thing he did was sit down to indicate he wasn't going anywhere. He's a mute. Mutes were rare in Cyrodiil, but they did make good thieves, with their better hearing and natural silence. I made some sense to him.
They entered the gate after they were sure that the prisoner would not get up. The man in the robes looked over at the mysterious person. "Please, stand up and come over into the light so I can get a good look at you." The cellmate made no effort to move. The three bodyguards, obviously used to working for this important man, moved to protect him just in case the prisoner wanted to attack. Only then did the figure move to stand up. When he came out into the light, his features made everyone do a double-take.
Author's note: Haha, I'm so evil! The description will have to wait for when I make chapter two! XD