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Chris looked down at the empty looking haver sack which was lying near his bed. He dragged it towards himself and groveled inside... After a few seconds he retrieved an apple and began slowly chewing.


Looking up at the door he let out a slight moan and strummed a few sombre notes on his lutes... How many more days would he have to spend here.

After a while playing the lute he decided to get some rest...



((open rp...btw. In Portugal.))

Waits impatiently for the jailer to open the cell and hurries in when it's finally opened. Peering through the gloominess her gaze rests on his figure with some relief that he looks well at least. Giving him a warm hug with her greeting looks to him excitedly.
"I have good news, Vicious has returned... Also I'll see what needs to be done to get you out of here."
Opens her bag and gives him a fresh baked apple pie and a salmon dish.
"I'm sure your tired of the slop they they serve here."