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Sitting within his cell Brimlor looks over to the wall, seeing a bug scurry across it hurriedly as it seems to know it will be squished. He looked over the scrolls he had been writting, it seems the guards did not mind atleast this aspect. Thinking to the night prior to when radda , mordin and cornelius met with him. All they needed was some hairs of his for the Scriviner of Jergal, why; What in the god's names could he do with my hair to prove my inoccense?
Brimlor snarls slightly as he thinks back to the man who himself , and the others let go deep within the mausoleum. Mathell said they should have killed him, yet my damn belief in aiding others put me at a disadvantage, and now is trying to get me hung. From this i will learn not to trust so blindly, and to be more careful when i find things out of place.
Turning as he hears the keys jingle as they are changed, the guard calls out food is here for the dwarf. Brimlor sighs and thinks to himself wonderful, time for more gruel.
Brimlor snarls slightly as he thinks back to the man who himself , and the others let go deep within the mausoleum. Mathell said they should have killed him, yet my damn belief in aiding others put me at a disadvantage, and now is trying to get me hung. From this i will learn not to trust so blindly, and to be more careful when i find things out of place.
Turning as he hears the keys jingle as they are changed, the guard calls out food is here for the dwarf. Brimlor sighs and thinks to himself wonderful, time for more gruel.