The eager cried of gulls comes from the docks as the waves lap against the stone quays. In the prison lit torches supplement the scant light coming through the small, barred windows. Here are those convicted or waiting judgement for minor crimes. Theft, minor brawls, disruption of the peace... Outside on the stockade a watchman calls the changing of the hour and the heavy bolt of the door slides open. The guard who had been dozing in the corner suddenly sits upright as a new prisoner is dragged in. A shapeshifter caught with his paws where they didn't belong. Each arm was held tightly by the gloved hand of men wearing the tabards of the town watch the colored trim identifying them as from the docks district. "Finally got you Skinna." the officer at the rear of the procession growled as a cell door was unlocked and the half ork was told to stand back while skinner was unceremoniously dumped in the middle of the cell. "And I'd mind your manners with your new friend, she threw Flitwerk through a wall." the guard chuckled "Or maybe they could be your escape plan because you're not getting out for a long time if I have my way, you chose the wrong house tonight." still chucking he turned and led his men back down the corridor.