[hider=Character Summary]
[b]Location:[/b] Elibstan Citadel Dungeon.
[b]Health:[/b] Wounded, Sprained Ankle. Last ate 2 days before.
[b]Inventory:[/b] Torn up, simple clothes.[/hider]

A big mouth stretched and flashed overlarge teeth, stained by blood near the roots. There was a whole cracked dry lake of it around his mouth, and it broke and flaked in shrinking chips when he grinned. "And a good morn' to you, Bull-man. You've just got on my favorites list." Wisdom had no idea what had just ran into their room, but he – she? - was too large for the cell and very proactive about breaking down people's walls. 

He was a late join to the party, and had to do without the shackles – since they were all broken or used. Wisdom had only spent the night – the blood and sprain was fresh when they dumped the elf in this black pit – disappointed by the absence of elaboration, skill, and craftsmanship of the royal dungeon. Not a red carpet or gargoyle handle to be found. 

The cell's space was stuffed to be cozy with company, which was a mixed lot. Wisdom had plunked his rear in the large gap neighboring the other alien, colossal lifeform he'd seen in the past hours. It gave Wisdom the chance to stare and observe the multi-limbed creature minutes before he passed out, and away from all his “brothers” and “sisters.” None were Oenann, all too pale or gray and lacking the family resemblance, though maybe distant cousins. At least one was a dark elf. They were their own sort of bastards, and not so clean and prim. But with his neighbor, the lizard, and a man with an entertaining biological experience painting his torso, the flaws were compensated for. And the chatty one....Trevor? Tanin? had passed the waking hours.

It turned out snubbing moneyed people got you into a cool place with some fun faces and a free out from hanging. The softer, plainer elf was smart with locks and broke open a flood of action. The brother with the odd green eyes was already leaping out in the hall. Wisdom caught the color-matching light rip apart every string of cloth and flesh from the torso of the first sucker in the hallway. Wisdom's scowl sank deep into his hollow face. Magic. Sneakier than poison. Wisdom never learned the kind home taught, and he never trusted it.

Wisdom hollered over, “How are we supposed to wear his armor now? There's a head-sized [i]hole[/i] where the heart is.” and jumped out the open cage.

The fighter slipped up the sword from the dead man, as a green singe flashed at the edges of the wound like dying embers, guts piling to the floor. Wisdom's brown bug eyes shrunk into a suspicious glare back at the glowing pair. “You better not zap me with that green fluff, blondie,”

Tar...Tar's....T's chuckle sounded down the hallway, as the cellmates burst from the metal doors. Wisdom lit up at the chaos and ran up to the human, catching three strikes of pain from the bad ankle and a less broken shield along the way. “You people really liven up dungeons and dying. Got a riot 'n' everything. D'ya guys know where my stuff'd be? The city thinks it's theirs now.”