"Yes yes, a good nights rest to clear ones head.  Let us take our leave then.  We shall meet for breakfast and go from there."

After a restful night Justin rose as per his custom to undertake Prayers and Devotion to Eta which were completed before the watch stirred to rouse any of the other Detainees.

As an early riser, Kr'wyn sits at his breakfast, waiting for Haildas to start todays research.

From the bed Myranda watched the roller ready himself for the day to come. She chose not to join him as her daily devotions had been completed sevetal hours past. Content to remain as she was until the call to breakfast was issued.

Slowly, Haildas stretched as the morning sun glared upon his face.  It was becoming a small struggle to rise and get going these days.  Seemed the more injuries he accrued, the more difficult it was to get himself going.  After finally gaining his feet, he washed his face and hands, dressed, and headed down to meet with Kr'wyn and discuss their next move.

"Do you have any recommendations?", he asked while piling himself a massive plate of eggs.

 There gaol is  relatively quiet. The other   prisoners are talking  softly.

  the  smell of  oatmeal comes through the  barred doors that lead to the outer  office...

.......................

 The  two sit  at the Bear's claw . Morning  crowd is there..maybe a  couple here or there who spent the night together...

In reply to Bowshot (msg # 812):

Finishing his morning Devotions Justin moved to the bars and looked out of the cell, taking note of the condition of the area as he surveyed the goal as he watched for any movement.

"I think Justin meant us to have a conversation with the Guard Captain to learn what they know about the missing people and what they expect from us, don't you?" suggests Kr'wyn over his own breakfast.

"Indeed...makes for a good starting point, at the very least.  Let us finish our meals and head out to meet him."

   The Guards enter  with a   Black pot of  Bubbling oatmeal one  guard   cuts a  thick slice of bread, while a  third ladles   the  food into  clay bowls , , yet another  sticks small wooden  spoon. a  pair of   women from the Village   brings  drinks  and  hands out  clay mugs  with the drink of   the meal.

 The SGT  pokes his head in,Ye got  15 minutes  to eat, and be ready  for  the day's  work...

In reply to Bowshot (msg # 816):

Justin thanks the serving folk, then takes the offered bowl and mug. Crossing to the bed he carefull places the mug on the ground, Gives thanks to Eta for these provisions and quickly consumes the porridge, he then sips at the mug of tea. When he's finished he returns the empty bowl & mug along with the spoon. To wait for the guards to take them to their daily duties.
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In reply to Bowshot (msg # 816):

Ooc Is ths Sergeant the one who she had trouble with?

Finishing her provisions just as the guards returned. Rising from the bed Myranda returned the empty containers, then waited for instructions.

  The Prisoners  were    led out tot eh  street. one guard  handed them a rake, or a thick broom and a shovel.

 The SGT  of the guard who had the  run in with Myra, was in charge of the detail.well?..I heard  you came back.... well..your in luck.. today's  detail is  cleaning the streets  by the stables .. should be  real nice  around highsun.....

In reply to Bowshot (msg # 820):

Taking a rake Myranda ignored the Obtuse fellows statement. Resting the pole against her shoulder she waited to head towards the stable.

In reply to Haildas the Wanderer (msg # 815):

When breakfast has been finished, Kr'wyn and Haildas walks to the guards barracks and ask permission to speak to the Captain.

Once outside the goal Justin took the shovel & broom; joining the others he assessed each.

  They reach the    Stable, the guards  make sure  to break then prisoners into 3  groups.

  Most of the folks, are like  anyothers, gray..except  for the biggest of the prisoners..he  oozes darkness.

 The sweeping envolved is mostly  mug clogs, hay and  some manure., there is a  farmer with a small one horse cart that getting them  to load it into his cart.

In reply to Bowshot (msg # 824):

Setting about the task without hesitation Justin found the day passed quickly; there was little to concern himself about. After all the guards were there to see they were protected from any harm by any pedestrians.

As she forked bundles into the farmers wagon Myranda mentally ran through her catechisms. Quickly filling the small pony cart with refuse, it headed off giving them a respite from the mucking out process.
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 a pair of Peasant  woman  Brought  some Cold  water and  wooden mugs  to give  each  worker a drink.

 The Large outlaw grabbed on by the  back side . He was rewarded with a spear butt , to his  forehead,...you beg her pardon..now.... or you'll be short a hand , by midnight...

 The  Big  Man got up, glaring at the laughter and nodded   with a murmur to the woman. And   then said to the guard,one day?.. I'll be outside these walls... and I'll jam that  spear down your throat.

 The Guard  smiled,...you'er  welcome to try.... give  me a damn good  excuse to use the pointy end.

In reply to Bowshot (msg # 827):

Justin considered the situation deciding that the Guards handled it well enough yet the Orc received little redress to his threat than Myranda did; prompting him to see what would happen.
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In reply to Bowshot (msg # 827):

Myranda smirked at the Orc's retort to the guard. There was some iron in the statement, but then again it bay have been bravado. The only way to tell was to wait and see, one day the guard may be caught outside by the Orc.

  The Stable boss came out and  watched the workers, he talked to the Guards and Pointed to the stacks of Hay bales.

  The SGT  comes over, Looking at Justin and  Myra,..you two will continue on  with this area...looks  pretty good  so far....  there is a slow  clip-clop and  rumble of  wooden wheels as another  farmer  came to get  'his share' of  free fertilizer .

  The Guard Motions for   the Orc  and the others to  move towards the Hay Bales. The other  two guards   load   their  cross bows  and stand on opposite sides of the   stacks.

 The Stable Boss has two workers in the Loft Lowering  hooks  for  the  BAles  to be lifted  by,with his men doing the pulling, but the prisoners  dragging the Hay bales to the front of the barn, and Hooking them up.

In reply to work detail (msg # 830):

When another cart arrive Myranda continued the assigned task of mucking out the stable, tossing the refuse into it as she quietly returned to her catechisms.