Q'lar was up early as usual. He never failed to get up before the sun even rose from the horizon. Most of the other prisoners were still asleep at that time. He waited for whatever orders were to be given now. He looked at the bars, oh how he hated this feeling. The feeling of not being free. He wanted to go back to his original profession, being a thief not a prisoner who does their bidding. He was sitting down leaning on the wall behind him. He looked at Ilvel as he talked to another prisoner. He looked pretty pissed off so he paid no mind.