Kharrn's bloodshot eyes snapped open as he sucked in a deep breath and shivered. The cold sweat was an almost pleasant change compared to the damp heat the Dunmer manufactured for their tower of fungus. He hated this place. He flexed his hands in the dark as he recalled the dream that was more than a dream. Old Powers and Old Darkness smacked of Daedra to the male Orc as he laid on his ragged mat and rhythmically clenched his jaw. Finally he sat up and noticed the other two slaves awake.

"Kharmam," he rumbled quietly as he stretched and tried to ease his sore muscles. "How're the bruises?" He glanced at the Imperial and nodded slightly while folding his legs before him. It wouldn't be long before the guards came around to oust them and the rest of the slaves from their beds. He was surprised more of them weren't awake since this was one of the few times where they could be free of the guards and their harassment.