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[He'd been angry, confused, frustrated. After everything to experience freedom for a few scant weeks and then to be brought here. To a place that calls itself a prison and yet is nothing like any prison he's ever heard of. No bars, no chains, no stone walls or blood seals to trap him in place. Instead it's more like a very odd town. One with very few people where he seemed to be able to walk wherever he wished that he feet could take him. Thus the frustration and confusion. If they intended to imprison him, they should have done it right rather than leave him in this limbo that was neither here nor there.

It took a few hours of wandering around from sector to sector to find this place and he was shocked to say the least. Vampire Blood Shack. It certainly wasn't a name that he would see on any establishment in his world...or maybe he would, things had changed a great deal since he had traveled the districts.

There was a definite smell around the place to him. Something cool, coppery, and preserved. That along with the name fed his curiosity enough to make him walk the steps it would take him to the door and push it open, inhaling the scent of the room. It was not what he expected, and yet somehow he couldn't have expected anything else. How very "modern."]

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[Finally he decides to broach the "network" that had been described in the instructions of the strange little device on his head. He'd been shocked enough by learning about video recordings and cellphones, this was far beyond that. And so he toyed with it, not caring as he clicked the switches back and forth and listening a couple times to the menu. Finally he selects a public video, as he didn't know anyone in which to "filter" it to in the first place.

Those who know the location will recognize the dim lighting and the jukebox off to the side as being the Blood Shack, but currently A'oran only has an glass of ice to the left of him. His eyes are closed, head slightly tilted to the side his other hand props it up by his temple.]

If our presence here is accidental, as some have claimed, then how do the wardens explain away our unlawful imprisonment? Do they see it as a just mistake, to keep us here, however brief, despite the fact we've not yet been found guilty?

[He pulls a sliver of ice out of his glass and then pops it into his mouth to chew on. Opening is eyes, that one who pays enough attention may notice are not exactly normal for a human, he speaks through his chewing.] Although, to their credit, at least they care to provide for our needs, even if they can't find it in them to respect the basic rights of man. Visiting an intricate bauble is far from the worst circumstance to find one's self in.