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Tirrend paces about in his cell, his goatee having grown into a small beard, his hair rather long and wild. He peers out the keyhole, muttering some profanity. Tirry straightens up, takes a breath, and yells at the door hoping someone will hear him;

Give me some rum! I think I should get some rum!!!

Nodding, satisfied with his demand, Tirrend goes to his bed, curls up and sucks on his thumb, muttering about Turtles...

Tirrend yawns as he sits up in his little bed, stretching his arms above his head. Slowly he stands, taking in the room around him, frowning suddenly as he spots the door.. "That won't do". He grabs a pointy rat tooth from a small pile of junk in the corner, carving something in the door.

Home Sweet Home

"There we go! Much better now." He nods satisfied and goes back to sleep.

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Sometimes Cay walks into town after picking a few herbs for a special potion past the Arena. When she sees that one area she giggles thinking of the time Tirrend gave her the shrinking potion. Though not happy about it then, in retrospect it seemed funny.

I wonder where he is, I haven't seen him in a long time?

The thought however is just fleeting as the days pass and there are other things to think about as the incident blends into past memories.

Owain walks up to the bar's of the cell and whispers '' Hey, no-one should go without rum'' With this he places a small jug of Rum between the bars and strolls off whistling.

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(( It's quite ok if you join! ))

Tirrend awakes from his bed, just noticing a man calling him a Bum and wandering off with a whistle. He gets up quickly, stumbling over a table as he goes to the bars and curses after the man, abruptly stopping as he notices the jug.

"Ooh, the idiot forgot his Rum! Heheheh"

Popping open the top, Tirrend chugs down a fair amount, wiping his mouth with a hand afterwards, grinning to himself

"Some fine drink, can't be from that old dwarf in the tavern.. Mm.. I wonder, though, who was that drunk?"

He shrugs to himself, taking another swig before dropping onto his bed, quickly falling into a deep, noisy sleep

(( thank you its fun! ))

As Owain walks away, he hears muffled bumps from within the cells. Turning slightly, he watches as the rum is snatched off of the window ledge, and a grimy face casts suspicious eyes upon him.

Whoever the occupant is, they seem quite energetic.... perhaps i should not have mixed that Simiac into the rum. Whoever they are, there going to be climbing the walls!

With that thought he laughs quitely, shrugs and strolls into the distance.