FORLAW / JAIL / DAY
Zaiweyn entered the jail, eventually, after disarming herself to the guards and leaving all suspicious items to their care. Carrying nothing but her clothes, the woman approached the bars, just staring at the folk inside.
Gydgar sat on top one of the barrels he had tipped over to create a seat, tapping his boot against the metal rim circling the wood with a smile on his face. His knuckles were still a bit bloody from the beating he had given to Seaxwyrd.
