IC: Janas (in a nondescript prison cell) Janas woke up sprawed on the cold ground of a prison cell; a single torch, mounted to the far wall, illuminated both the cell and the hallway. "I didn't plan to walk this far,", he muttered to himself, slowly sitting up. As he looked around, not feeling particularly optimistic about his current situation, a glint of silver caught his eye- his broadsword and money were lying just outside of the cell door. Janas also noticed the Skakdi that he presumed to be the warden walked rather close to his cell door. At arm's reach, in fact. So as the warden takes another near pass to his cell, Janas reached between the bars, grabbed the warden's head, and slammed it against the cell bars. The warden dropped to the floor like a sack of potatoes, unconcious. Janas reached through the bars, sliding the keys off of the Skakdi's belt one by one. After trying several keys in the rusted lock, he heard a faint click of the bolt sliding back. The door slowly swung open, squealing on hinges that had never been oiled. Grabbing his money and blades, he slowly realised that he was no longer in Ko-Koro (mostly because of the lack of the flesh-chilling, ever-present cold). He was in a place that he had heard about, but had never hoped to find himself in: a Xa-Konoran stronghold.