[h3]Hours Later[/h3]

After Kharrn's good or at least best at that moment idea, Jo'ari's fracture poked through the skin when they tried to move her. Soon after she contracted a fever from the open wound being sucked on by blight flies. Since numbers would only draw attention to the tower Ayron went alone to the Tower. He traversed the jungle making his way back from the Morrowindian wilderness. It took an hour or two to make it to the tower, so by the time he arrived the sky was a rainbow of colors from red to a dark purple. There, still jutting into the sky, was the Tower, however it was very unstable. [i]This'll be an adventure huh?[/i] Thought Aryon. He had to make it down to his stash in the basement. Ayron walked up to the front entrance and tried to enter. Luck for him it did; however the bad part was that in only opened an inch before it was slammed shut by rubble. Ayron looked around hoping to find another entrance and there it was, a hole in the exterior just in reach of jumping.

He jumped and his manacle clad hands pulled him up slowly as he grunted and pulled himself in. Ayron was net exception the floor he was on to give out, however it did and he did find himself on on the slaves quarter's floor. [i]Lucky me.[/i] he thought as his eyes locked on the stash hole. As soon as the imperial got up something clinked down and landed behind him, it was a sword. It seemed like it had a glow around its blade. [i]What a spectacular blade.[/i] The [url=http://media.moddb.com/images/mods/1/24/23567/Fathersword.jpg]blade[/url] was old and covered in runes while the handle was covered in simple leather. The hilt seemed special for being just a simple piece of quartz. As he leaned in to pick it up another thing came falling down, it was the sheathe. [i]For being just leather that hurts more than all oblivion.[/i] he thought as he rubbed his head and sheathed the sword. Ayron went over to his stash and popped it open and rummaged around before he found a small piece of wire. Ayron quickly unlocked his cuffs and looked at his wrists. They were whiter than day and the edges of the cuffs led to sores. From the stash he grabbed some extra things, including an old curing potion, the bottle of sujamma and a small gold ring from days past. To carry these extra things Ayron was forced to tie his shirt into a pack of sorts. 

He looked around, [i]Now to find a way out.[/i] Ayron ducked into the hallway and at the end was a few sets of stairs. With no other alternative he traversed up them all the way up to ground floor. Across from him was his initial hole of entrance. All that was between him and heading back to camp was this gap. He walked back to the stairs and ran jumping reaching for the ledge. He grabbed it, but sadly the sujamma and crashed blow. He uttered all of the curses and he slinked out and made his way back to camp, set to arrive in an hour.