The grey stone walls of the Imperial prison lent no warmth to the people it contained, only allowing a desperate and dank smell to permeate throughout the expansive building. A young Dark Elf thief rattled his fork against the bars, trying to aggravate the dim witted and languorous guards however they ignored him with loud guttural laughter. The elf ran his hands through his greasy hair and peered through the rusty bars of his claustrophobic cell. They had only brought in the fellow dark elf a few hours ago, a stunning female whose ebony coloured hair exaggerated her highly defined cheekbones and pale blue skin. His curiosity peaked as her eyes fluttered open and a low groan escaped her lips, she was obviously waking up. As she sat up she looked around her, slightly startled, then got to her feet steadily. They had taken her clothes and put her in what felt and looked like a potato sack; the scratchy material was cut into a low V shape and the baggy trousers ended at just below her knees. Feeling around her neck she hissed in anger at discovering her amulet was missing from its usual spot, instead combing her long thick hair with her fingers to calm her nerves. How did I get here? she wondered, mildly shaken at how her memory failed to enlighten her. It was then that she noticed a shady looking dark elf staring at her from his opposite cell then again you will get shady characters in prison. "My, my aren't you a beautiful girl" he leered, "Maybe I can convince the guards to let us share a cell-"
"How dare you speak to me in this way! Do you have any idea who I am!?" she sneered, disgusted at the elf's behaviour towards her. In her homeland no one would dare talk to her in such a way as death was a fitting punishment for such an insult.
"No, I was raised in these parts…you must be scared" he laughed, "To die so young…you must be only 16 years."
"Twenty one actually." He seemed taken aback but quickly replaced his surprise with what he must have assumed was a seductive gaze.
"Then you must have a lot of energy…have some fun before you die sugar-" he was cut off as she threw a dirty fork at him through her bars, striking him in the forehead.
"Oww!" he yelped, sliding to the back wall of his cell. His attacker laughed heartily and sat back on her bed roll despite its lumpy texture, rattling her brain as to how in Tamriel she had got thrown in prison.