<div class="floatright">(http://i67.photobucket.com/albums/h289/masta_loki/181190.jpg)</div><strong>Name: </strong>Piro Lancaster<br/><strong>Class: </strong>Oracle<br/>Character Sheet (http://plothook.net/RPG/profiler/view.php?id=13873)<br/><hr/><br/>Piro did what he could to make the most of his dingy accommodations by being very liberal with his use of his create water orison. He did everything he could to wash his cell and push whatever filth resided in the waste gate further down the line. It certainly didn't get rid of the stench, but it at least mitigated it enough to be a tolerable part of the background. This was further aided by daily 'showers' with the same orison to help him feel marginally cleaner and as refreshed as he could hope for. There was little that could be done about the horrid meals apart from purifying them to make sure he didn't contract some sort of infernal illness and drinking from his own magically created water.<br/><br/>Apart from that, the time in his cell was spent in silent meditation as he bided his time. There was little else to do apart from listen as best he could to the sounds from outside his cell door, but he was hesitant to make any conversation of his own. For all he knew, they were devils trying to coerce information or more out of them.<br/><br/>He wasn't sure what to think when the guards came for him, offering no more information than simple crude orders. Left with no alternative options, Piro did as he was instructed while keeping a number of his trusted spells at the forefront of his mind in the event he would need to try to use them in a pinch. The manacles would certainly make them more difficult to pull off, but it was at least reassuring to know that he wasn't entirely defenseless. At least he would look somewhat presentable with his cleanliness despite the tattered rags that hung from his lithe frame, his dark brown locks still somewhat damp from his daily shower.