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In the dreary stone cell, the big brute known as Kruger recited his message while [color=lightgreen][u][b][NAME][/b][/u][/color] Titus Hart scrawled the words in the form of a letter.  The [color=lightgreen][u][b][AGE][/b][/u][/color] 21 year old often provided his services as a scribe to other prisoners - an easy way to gain favour with the right men.  Kruger had influence due to his time served and his effective ability to beat the living shit out of most who stood against him.

"And errr... just... I love you... n all that."

Titus looked up at the man, the usual dispassionate expression on his face.  "Perhaps something a tad more endearing would be better?"  Kruger's quizzical reaction only made him look dumber than usual.  Titus elaborated, a performative tone reminiscant of the stage.

"[i]My love for you defies the heights of mountains and the brights of stars,
Let it be your warmth until I have you in my arms.[/i]"

Kruger's face lit up.  "Ooh, that's fancy.  She'll like that - put that."

Titus scrawled the last of the letter and signed it with Kruger's name.  Then folded the paper in two.  "I'll make sure the guard gets it."

[color=lightgreen][u][b][APPEARANCE][/b][/u][/color]  Standing up, his 6' 1" height had Titus at eye-level with the thug, although at 170lbs and no skills in combat, he wasn't even close to having the same kind of presence as Kruger.  Nonetheless, he had something of an aura of his own.  He kept himself well groomed - a blade for shaving, water to slick his hair and clean his face.  Even his prison garmants seemed better-kept than most around him.  And his fearless, piercing gaze never wavered.  Even when he first arrived at Northern Redemption District and was intimidated and bullied to no end.

"What do I owe you, Titus?" Kruger asked after patting the younger man on the arm with a meaty hand.

"Nothing for now, I may come to you for a favour another time," was the reply.  "Just continue to keep your goons in line, if you would be so kind."

Kruger nodded briskly.  He turned to leave, but paused and turned back, deciding to finally ask what he'd been wondering for a while.  "Your face don't fit in this place.  Where'd you come from, eh?"

[color=lightgreen][u][b][BACKGROUND][/b][/u][/color]Titus sat back down on the edge of the bed and crossed one leg over the other.  "I was born to Penelope Hart and some horny nobleman.  I grew up in Richmond - hardly rich, to be perfectly fair, but what small town is.  Had a good childhood, a close relationship with my grandmother, a small band of friends.  Left town when I was 16, went to the city to seek my fortune - and fortune I found.  And enjoyed.  Until it came to an end."

"How'd you end up here?"

"Failed heist on the Golden Sun's Treasury." Kruger's eyebrows shot up, impressed.  It was always so weird to Titus to hear prisoners be impressed with grand failure.  The bigger the failure, the worse your sentence, the more impressed people were.  Stupid.  "The city tax house.  Was going swimmingly well until one of our team doomed us all by... well... a chain is only as strong as it's weakest link.  The details are inconsequential now.  We were arrested, sentenced and split up.  I was sent here with a life sentence to serve."

"You must have some skills then, being in that kinda game, eh."

[color=lightgreen][u][b][CLASS AND SKILLS][/b][/u][/color]"Me? I'm but a simple alchemist.  I'm familiar with mixtures and compounds for healing, poisoning and other delights.  But my main role on in our gang was on matters of explosives."  Titus looked up at Kruger to gauge his reaction to this.  Long had the prospect of escaping this prison mine been on his mind.  Kruger may be another valuable ally in this endeavour (he'd already met other interesting characters who he'd marked as such.)  Kruger didn't react in any particularly notable way - he was impressed and surprised, as to be expected.  "Anyway," Titus moved on swiftly. "We will be late for supper, should we get moving?"
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