Varran, gentleman thief and rogue extraordinaire, groaned deeply, grasping for a blanket that most certainly had been there when he'd fallen asleep in the comfy bed of a warm tavern room the previous evening but was now conspicuously absent. That, and his pillow was missing, too, his head resting uncomfortably on his bare arm, the well-trained muscles not very comfortable at all... not to mention the soft mattress had been apparently replaced with a cold slab of stone. He'd have to talk with the innkeeper about this, this wasn't acceptable at all, he thought.<br/><br/>Having enough of the discomfort, the tan-skinned wood elf eventually opened his eyes, blinking a time or two. Instead of seeing a satisfied sleeping feminine form lying next to him he saw a wall rough-hewn grey stone... By now, the astute if drowsy mind of the master thief had conceded that something might have not been exactly right. Slowly he wrenched himself to sit up on the stone pedestal, shaking his head and scratching his chin, the rough stubble reminding him that he'd have to shave. Ah well... that wouldn't be a problem, after all - with all of the profits from last night's heist, he'd be able to afford practically everything he wanted. His brow furrowed a little... almost as if he was forgetting some fairly important detail about that little, ah, transaction, as he'd euphemistically call them.<br/><br/>Thinking for a moment, he couldn't quite still remember what that detail was, and deferred that thought for a later time. He hopped off the slab, only then realizing that some bastard had apparently replaced the entirety of his comfortable-enough inn room with what appeared to be a holding cell of some sort, his belongings - and more importantly, his loot - nowhere to be seen. "Should have less to drink next time, I guess.", he sighed to himself, scratching the back of his head as he headed for the door... only noticing moments later that he wasn't quite exactly sure where he was heading, as there was no door, nor window, in the cell.<br/><br/>Resorting to the third best thing about himself - or so he thought - his voice, he called out. "Uh. Hey? Anyone, uh, anyone out there?!"<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>