Tyrus sat quietly in his cell, he had been arrested on some stupid charge something about staying out to late on a public holiday or the likes, a foolish thing put into place so they could find something to charge him with, cause he had broken no real laws. He knew whom had set it up too. That was easy to figure out, his homeland had recently gotten a new group, which arrived with a large amount of money, this group, took over quickly, buying their way to power, they were a treat, whom wanted to use the resources of the elves for negative things.<br/><br/>Tyrus, a young elven warrior, challenge this group, the tall, somewhat thin redheaded elf, stood up to this collection of multiracial group, but he ended up here in jail. Yet, his mind was very much actively thinking of a way to get out of the place, and get back to figure out how to put the actions of the group and the leader of the group to a dead end. To this end he had managed to wear down the bar of his cell quietly and was planning to sneak out.<br/><br/>Yet, as he did, he head an alarm, and what sounded like some serious fighting going down in a cell that most likely was down a good ways from his own. He figured it would be a good chance to slip out unnoticed, and broke out, but was confronted quickly by a guard whom he caught off guard and knocked to his back.