You sit as the party rest; the weight of your armour is heavy and tiresome on your legs and arms. 
Closing your eyes for a moment, you think you can hear what sounds like the chink and rattle of 
metal chains, heavier and duller than that of your chainmail. You open your eyes trying to discern 
the source, to ascertain if it's friend or foe.

Looking around the source is obvious; the manacles around your wrists and ankles, the chains that 
link them up and loop through the bracket on the wall. A guard enters; you recognise the tabard, 
his expression getting harsher as he looks upon you. Unlatching the chains from the ring on the 
wall his pulls you up hard and viciously.

"On your feet traitor, it's time you joined the rest of scum in there. Though there ain't one of 
them as despicable as you." Yanking on your chain hard he nearly pulls you over; the guard is a 
tall man and the height difference only heightens the discomfort. Pulled out from what was clearly 
a holding cell you're marched down a corridor by the guard, another stepping into position behind 
you. It's clear the one in front is deliberately walking faster than the manacles let you move; the 
one behind shoves you if you drop too far back.

"The traitor's going in here is he? They didn't half move the paperwork on this bastard," a door 
guard says as he opens a heavy set iron door. Before letting you through he bends down to look you 
in the eye. "It won't just be us guards who'll have a special interest to you. There's a few familiar 
faces inside, ones you put in." 

Shoving you forward you're pushed out into the main prison. The prisoners clamour at their bars of 
their doors, chucking cutlery, plates, cups, anything that comes to hand. Your two escorts have clearly 
slowed down, eager to give the prisoners more chance to connect a blow. The calls ring out through your 
ears. "Guard Scum!" "Warden Bastard!" "Traitor!" Threats to your person and every insult you've ever 
heard are chucked at you. What's worse is the quiet ones, the ones looking straight into your eyes, 
recognising you as you recognise them; their faint smiles all the hint to their thoughts you need.

You close your eyes trying not to show your shame, but you know everything they say to be true. You're 
a traitor to the Defenders, both Guards and Wardens, a stupid mistake has cost you everything. Now 
you're happy to pay the price to make ammends. You hear the guards open the cell door, the loud slam of 
metal reverberating in your ears and drowning out the catcalls of the inmates and the threatening 
whispers of your guards. It fades  into silence, and as you open your eyes you're back where you belong 
on patrol.