Its been a few days since Gwythe was incarcerated. Of all the ironies, here he was trying to do the right thing and they locked him up! And they were the ones supposed to be looking after the good people of the village. If they'd been halfways decent to him he could have helped them with their fight to cleanse the moathouse. Lareth and his crew would not have treated him worse.... Well they probably would have and they certainly would now.

At least the cell wasn't too bad he supposed but the worst tavern in Oerth is better than the best cell. Even if it included lighting and a bucket.... Less boring too. Only the gaolers inane prattle broke the monotony.  Twice a day regular as clockwork.  He drifted off to sleep, the only way to pass time quickly.

He was not sure what woke him up at first then he heard it. "Git yer stinkin' hand off a me! That bitch as 'ad it in fer me, 'am innercint.  Et's yon theivin' tanner or 'is offspring ye shuld 'ave en 'ere, naw me!"

Gwythe had heard it all before.  In Gaol, everyone is innocent... at least in their own eyes. Oh well it might at least break the monotony.

The protester is  thrown into the cell next to him the Gaoler snarling "Save it for the inquisitors." He couldn't quite suppress the shiver that ran down his spine at the mention of the dreaded purifiers of St. Cuthbert. At least he was not threatened with that...

Or was he? If they were 'questioning' one prisoner, why not them all. It was a sobering thought for an already sober thief.

Gwythe pulls his legs up to a sitting position and glanced across briefly at the prisoner before yelling out at the guard. "Oi! How long you gonna keep me locked up in here?"

He pulls himself to his feet and steps to the front of the cell. "I was just 'ungry. I'd work to pay off what I tried to take, like..." he trails off in a pleading way.

The other prisoner sorted himself out and sat upright on his bunk as he begin to take stoke of his location. As Gwythe began his outburst he sighed and said "Naw poin' cryin' ta' 'im. S'thon bloody so calt 'do gooder' bitch tha's en charge. 'aint done me no good."

Looking around Gwythe from the grille he saw the prisoner fully for the first time. A bloody hobbit thats all he needed.

Gwythe looks plaintively out the front of the yell, calling after the guard. "Oi!"

After a few seconds he turned to look at the hobbit."What did you do?"

"Like's ah sait, thon bloody tanner he tried ta do me.  Stole ma snake skin, es it ma fault ah try en git me moony back? eh? Well tah ane that thing wi' the zombies. She didnae like me for tah' ane. Always lookin' fur ae resaon ta do me! En noo she en charge! Bitch." winged the hobbit.