Locked in the cell

[DM Grizwald]

*Padrin, sitting in the corner of the cell, back turned to the guards, begins writing a small note on a piece of parchment. As he finishes the note, he gets up and addresses the guard*

"Guard, can you bring this to the inn here and post it on the board? You may read it if you'd like, it is of no secrecy."

*reaches his hand with the note folded in it out through the bars waiting for the guards reply*

[prophyet]

The guard looks up from whatever it was he was doing. "You are only in there for another night. What ever you want to hang at the inn can wait until then, I can't just leave my post at the whim of an innmate."

He goes back to what he was doing, then startled, he jumps up. "Where did you get that ink well? How did you get your hands on a quill pen?"

Obviously irked, he opens the door behind him and gripes. "Whose responsibility was it to search the prisoner?"

[DM Grizwald]

*Padrin chuckles*

I thought it was two nights...and no one search me at all.

*He then shrugs at the answer and sits back into the corner*