At Home.

You honestly can't find the strength or energy to be out and about right now. Sure, you had your fun at the house warming party with just about every woman you could get your hands on, but something about this whole 'Sendaki Prisoner' run has been weighing on your nerves.

If you screwed this up, there was no chance of surviving was there? The Sendaki were brutal to anyone who broke the law. You recall a fist fight you got into with a guy you later considered a half way decent friend. Sendaki guards caught word and you were dragged to the dungeon. You still recall water being thrown onto your face, some of the bruises and all of the wounds.

As you thought about it, you curled your lips. "Not again." You said, shaking your head. You weren't going back to any dungeon.

You spent time with your family. Your aging father frowned as you walked through the door, then again he frowns at just about anything. You heard him say something but you just sighed and walked by. You'd move out, for sure, if it weren't the fact that you were just about broke half the time. Your half-brother wasn't exactly great at the dice or gambling, and you've had to bail him out more than once.

Your mother and sisters were discussing something but you were just to tired to care.

The three days passed by pretty quickly, much to your dread.