"Pleasure to meet you, Sovor." Stef smiled as she craned her neck slightly to peer at him. He was tall - but then again, most people looked tall to her. His hand dwarfed hers, but her grip still remained strong. A remnant memory of her Father from her childhood - [i]Never give a weak handshake - it's a bad impression, for all races of people.[/i]

As the pair released their grip and regarded each other, Stef considered his question. [i]"How did I end up here? Some fucking awful detective work, that's how."[/i] She thought to herself almost sourly. Honestly, if the guards had done their jobs properly, they would have caught the damned assassin, and she would be home free. Or, at the very least, just serving a small-time burglary sentence and not an entire fucking life one.

"Oh, I happened to be unlucky in choosing my mark's house one night. Turns out the woman of the household had enemies, and after an unfortunate appointment conflict with the Dark Brotherhood, I was pinned for her murder." She said with a sigh, glancing at the other cell. Dreth was now silently sulking in the dark... good. Hopefully the Brotherhood would break in here one day and end his miserable life, if the guards didn't do it soon.

"How about you? It must have been bad if they threw you in here. It's generally one person to a cell." She explained, glancing around the dingy room that contained one table and one chair. There wasn't a bed to speak of, so thankfully there'd be no squabbling over that. Sharing the floor would be easy enough.

Stef paused as she heard a door slam from above, and a few muffled voices talking for a few minutes. It was a bit early for dinner... Perhaps they were throwing in another prisoner. She would thank the Gods if a rabid Orsimer got thrown in with Dreth - he'd piss his pants, most likely.