He wasn’t sure how long he had been stuck in this cell, but he was starting to grow tired of it. Zaer Kurn was many things, but patient was not one of them. There was little for him to do in this cell. The elf mostly just laid around, looking over the room for any possible weaknesses that would allow him to escape. The only time’s he really got up were to eat the disgusting prison meals that he was served, and glance out of the small mesh window, which he had to duck down a bit in order to look out of.<br/><br/>He stirred as he heard the footsteps of the guards. He moved towards the cell door and glanced out into the hall, and saw the cell across from him being opened by the guards. About time he got a neighbor. After a few minutes of complete silence though, he frowned. Normally, prisoners made a fuss. They would bang on their cell doors, demanding to be released, that it was some sort of mix-up or mistake. Either that or they cried in their cells, wailing like newborn children.<br/><br/>With a shrug, he was about to head back to his cot and stare at the ceiling some more, when he heard the guards moving in again. Peering out, he saw that this was a female elf. And she was a member of the Storm tribe. He raised an eyebrow at this. It was quite unusual for the Storm tribe to arrest one of their own. What surprised him even more was when she called out to him from her cell. He returned her gaze with his own, amber colored eyes. Not much else was visible through the small mesh panel that they could see through.<br/><br/>With a light chuckle, he replied, “It’s normally polite to give your own name before asking someone else’s. I’ll let it slide though. My name is Zaer.” Leaning against the door, he continued, “So… what are you in for? It’s not often for the Storm to arrest their own. You must’ve really pissed them off.”<br/>