[i]"Huh. Must be over-flowing the cells this week."[/i] Was Stefanie's first thought as a newcomer was shoved into her cell. At first, she'd been apprehensive, hearing the guards approach. They were none too kind to her - but with a Dunmer in the cell opposite, they preferred battering Dreth with insults moreso. She didn't know why, but so many damned guards had issues with Elves.

[i]"This one deserves it though. What an almighty bastard Valen is."[/i]

When the guards weren't hurling abuse at either him or her, Dreth was whispering foul things - about what the guards would eventually do to her, about what he would do to her if the bars hadn't been in the way... the usual stuff.

So when another Dunmer was launched into her cell, she was none too pleased. However, it was obvious he was far more companionable than Dreth. Despite his harsh words to his fellow Dark Elf, he had a strangely pleasant grittiness about him - a harshness from the wild she was more accustomed to than the slime of Valen.

"Well, I suppose I would be what is considered an Outlander." She began, a smile already beginning to form on her lips. "But for that slimy son of a bitch in particular, I'm inclined to agree with you. I wouldn't bother talking to him - years in a cell has clearly addled his brain."

[b]"You shut up, Breton wench! You're not leaving this prison 'til they throw your body in the lake!"[/b] Naturally, Dreth exploded at her interruption. She rolled her eyes, standing up from her favourite corner to stand by the newest addition.

"Yeah, yeah, whatever. I've got a few decades in me yet, rat-boy. Go chew on some skeever tails." She replied dryly, then offering her hand to her fellow prisoner to shake. No matter the situation, she did enjoy introductions. First impressions, and all that.

"I'm Stefanie Beauamont - call me Stef, if you like. I figure if we're spending some time together, we may as well known each other's names." Stef stated, torchlight from the outside corridor illuminating her pale face. After a month in prison, the lack of food had began to show - her cheeks were far hollower than when she had been interred, and various smudges of her dirt streaked her face. Nevertheless, bright eyes shone through, a spark of mischief ever alive within them.