Altheras watched with some measure of disinterest as the other prisoners were directed to cells, some with cell mates, others that had previously been empty. He hoped he would find himself in one alone, he wasn't a terribly social person, and he found himself having awkward moments when conversation was forced on him.<br/><br/>When they came to Jace's cell, the guard tugged him from the group roughly by the arm and shoved him inside, pressing him firmly against the wall and holding him there for a moment. "This is your new home. You so much as think of trying to run, and we'll beat you until you can't move."<br/><br/>The guard then stepped outside the cell, waiting for Jace to go back inside before he would slam the door shut and continue on his way with the rest of the prisoners.<br/><br/>Alth had not entertained even the slightest thought of running, and he simply held his position against the wall, his hands and forehead flat against the surface. He let out a small sigh at the realization that he would have to share his cell with someone. It was a little bit unsettling to come into a cell that had previously only held one inhabitant. It was a bit like being forced into someone else's home, and he knew he would have very little rights here.<br/><br/>He simply stayed against the wall, not turning around or speaking. He would wait for the cell's occupant to address him first. If the other chose not to, there was no telling how long he would just stand here. He was never one to start a conversation, and he had learned to expect the worst from people. He was used to violence and aggression in others. It had been part of his life for so long that being in prison would probably not be nearly the shock to him that it would be to some others.