[u][i][b]Nale the Fate-Seeker[/b][/i][/u]

Nale wasn't sitting at the table with others. Instead the guards forced him to sit all by himself at a lonely stool, holding his gruel in his lap. It wasn't like the gruel was hot or anything, but it was still rather uncomfortable to shovel it down where he stood.

Nale knew exactly why he was sitting away from the others. Once, he was the greatest hider on Metamundus. No matter the hiding place, once Nale got there he might as well been invisible. But first he needed a hiding place to hide. In an open space, like on this lonely stool, he was always visible. He was also close to a guarding position so that he would always be within sight.

Though, as of late, the guards had become lazier, chatting away with each other when they were supposed to be watching. Nale remembered when he first got here. Back then the guards make cruel japes to Nale about trying to hide from them now. There were no jokes anymore, though. Nale could understand it. It must have been quite boring doing nothing but staring at a lonely guy eating. Not that it mattered much. The guards would notice Nale moving out from his chair before feeding time was over and punish him in whatever way they could come up with.

[i]Ting ting[/i]

A noise awakened Nale from his thoughts. He looked around, not seeing anything particular. It was then that he noticed a man, or something he thought was a man, making the noises, intentionally.

The other prisoners seemed to be reacting as well, observing, measuring, messaging. They were preparing to escape. Although Nale couldn't say anything from the distance he was in, he could help. He may not be able to hide, but he could still sneak attack. If the guard was distracted, which he no doubt would be after whatever the other prisoners were planning, Nale would make his move.