Perhaps this wasn't the chance he thought it would be? The pale elf felt pain fill his feet which were dragged across stone for quite some time now. He didn't pay much attention to what area they had gone through, except if they went up towards the light and freedom he craved, but he that wasn't...
It's been a few days since jailers, accompanied by two peculiar scholars, began taking the prisoners behind bars. Alastair sat as he had been for a long time now, his back against the wall, his eyes darting from vagrands to the jailer whom he now knew better than those in the cells who lay on...
I am still on this journey. Also, I'll take a look at what unfinished lore you have and try to get some ideas. and just a side-note, my character wasn't contacted yet.