Julre followed the Khajiit smuggler in front of him into the ruins, also bound in chains and equally concerned albeit for different reasons. Where had these fools taken his cache? He would need to locate it and take what he could before he escaped (which was inevitable of course, he'd find a skeleton or two in this ruin he was sure). His worry was getting the supplies to their destination. Damn this smuggler, did he not know of these rebels? Damn these rebels as well, he cares little  for their cause and he'd ruin it for them for interrupting his own plans.

As the argonian quietly fumed and worried about his situation, Dro'isi moved further into the ruins and setting him face to face with the dull guardsman.

"Name?" he asked, his quill working as well as it would in the desert heat.
The mage scowled at the man "Julre, a Summoner of the Mages Guild. Do you know what will happen to your rebellion if it is discovered you have captured a member of the Mages Guild? You will pay dearly for this insult-" the guard gave a dry chuckle as he finished  writing down both Julre's name and occupation before gesturing for him to move with the rest of the prisoners.

Still muttering to himself as he was thrown into his cell, Julre immediately began plotting his escape. Or rather, waiting for somebody else to and using the corpses to start his own escape.