Watching the woman taunt the warden on was ever more amusing, right up until she left herself completely open and was beaten upside the head for it. He had considered warning her of the imminent strike but hesitated thinking he did not want to draw undue attention to himself at this juncture and that hesitation allowed the warden to strike without warning. She would be feeling that later for sure as he turned away from the woman who had gone before the warden something else caught his eye now.

Looking over a magnificent specimen of the elven race caught his eye, she acted so haughty there even almost completely nude before so many with such a fragile gentle figure she tried to appear better than everyone around her. Her flesh tantalized him more than any female he had seen in quite some time and he knew he would have her. It would be one of his first goals to break her of her superior airs and force her to bend the knee before him. Just as all others would, watching as her muscles flexed sinuously beneath her skin though he knew she would be the first to do so.

Looking about at the masses of chattel who had watched their arrival more and more plans came together in his head. What was once a prison could become a fortress, these guards slain and their bodies put to better use, the chattel turned to minions. There were skilled individuals all about him and he needed only bring them to him and understand they were to serve him. The female who had so cleverly hidden her lockpicks, the woman who had dared to oppose the warden on her first day, and now this luxurious elven beauty. There would no doubt be others he could draw to him but already he was assembling what he needed, this would be a short stay in prison Velaeris could already tell and prepared to walk forth into his cell.