Abel finished making his meal before pulled and told to return back to his cell. The man groaned softly and grabbed one more fruit before being forced to return on his march back to the cell. The young man "accidentally" elbowed one of the guards in the side before hurrying off in front of the men and beginning up the stairs with his bowl of meat and fruits in hand. He was not to be harmed in anyway, which meant no markings were allowed to show up on him or else there would be a heavy punishment. The young man allowed himself to be pushed into the cell, stumbling in and barely keeping the meal from spilling. The guards took their seats and spoke to one another, Abel not bothering them and able to eat after hiding the hilt of a broken knife under his blanket. It would be used with some other items he had acquired from his other times allowed out of this cell.

The young man wasn't watched too carefully, being thought to be safe since he was disarm. Abel turned his back to the men, taking his time to eat well the guards played chess.

Later in the night a guard left and the young man was watched by a older guard. Soon he left Abel alone, having to go and refill his lantern with more oil. This usually took some time and Abel was able to check the items he acquired: Hilt of a knife, deadly flower which after crushed would be easily slipped into drinks, a sewing needle from a woman he "bumped" into, and broken glass which he was still thinking of how to use. Everything neatly under his bed and kept wrapped in torn clothing to ensure he was not harm by them. More importantly the flower and the glass.

"Hmm... now only if I knew when the best time would be..." he whispered to himself as he hid the hilt of the knife with the other items. The moon light his only source of light.