The message intrigued Arin. What could it mean? Was it a hint towards an escape, or something more?
The cell was small, dark, and smelled of old sweat and mildew. A single, narrow slit high up on the wall provided a sliver of gray twilight. There was a basic stone toilet, a basin of stagnant water, and a single bunk bed with two thin, threadbare mattresses. On the bottom bunk lay a figure. Elf Prince Goes to Prison Part 1 -FUTA- -Sleepy-B-
A slow, toothy grin spread across the Orc’s face. The message intrigued Arin