Post by exile on Apr 15, 2008 14:13:05 GMT -5
Night had fallen on the Cage, but in the Hive at least there was little silence. The alleys and promenades surrounding the Gatehouse were alive with shadowy figures and furtive glances as the evening market reached its zenith. Bashers from all walks of depravity stood shoulder to shoulder with others who were merely lost, desperate or both. Anything could be had in the Night Market, for a price.
Within the confines of his cell, Hadrian had become largely oblivious to the inundation of sound which filtered in through the bars of his window. The aasimar was seated at his desk with a quill pen in hand, scribbling away on a sheet of vellum by the sickly light of a tallow candle. Pausing at the end of a particularly difficult symbol, he reached for the pounce pot and lightly dusted the parchment with fine sand. Two other scrolls lay close at hand, already dried and bound.
Somewhere in the darkness without, a piercing scream rose above the din and quickly fell away. Hadrian stretched out his tired arms, and struggled to suppress a yawn. He still had a few more hours of work ahead of him, and the morning would come only too quickly. Dipping the quill in the waiting ink pot, Hadrian leant forward once more and resumed his scribing.
Within the confines of his cell, Hadrian had become largely oblivious to the inundation of sound which filtered in through the bars of his window. The aasimar was seated at his desk with a quill pen in hand, scribbling away on a sheet of vellum by the sickly light of a tallow candle. Pausing at the end of a particularly difficult symbol, he reached for the pounce pot and lightly dusted the parchment with fine sand. Two other scrolls lay close at hand, already dried and bound.
Somewhere in the darkness without, a piercing scream rose above the din and quickly fell away. Hadrian stretched out his tired arms, and struggled to suppress a yawn. He still had a few more hours of work ahead of him, and the morning would come only too quickly. Dipping the quill in the waiting ink pot, Hadrian leant forward once more and resumed his scribing.