It took more than three days of travel to reach the 'School of Unity and Equity', a strange name for what looked like a world war 2 POW camp.
The prison had tall stone walls with Watch towers on every corner, and looked like the guards were mainly Wolf Beastmen and Orcs. The command structure looked all Goblin though.
Not good news according to Gnarlo, as Wolfmen also like to eat humans, gnomes and dwarves sometimes.
The escort arrived at the gates of the prison, spoke to the guards on the wall and within a minute they were being escorted inside.
Row after row of barracks were lined up for the prisoners, looking at the prisoners, Maro saw that all of the prisoners were Order races… seems pretty racist to me.
And then, Maro felt a tingle in his pants. His body had realized it before his brain had… it was a co-ed prison. There were women here, he was ecstatic, he was officially in a better situation than he was in the logging village.
His imagination started running, he imagined himself being a leader of some sort of race based prison gang like from his old life. Haha, women had to provide sexual favours for protection…
"What are you smiling at, idiot?" Gnarlo Grimaced
"Oh nothing, my best Gnomish friend," Maro replied.
Maro wasn't too worried about his situation, despite the stone wall, he felt like he could Vanguard Charge a hole through the wall. The only part that bothered him was that he felt responsible for Kadrin and Gnarlo.
Degeneracy aside, Maro was still a professional. One quick look he had mentally taken note of the height/thickness of the walls, where all the guard towers were and any potential exits.
The wagon stopped in front of one of the barracks and the Goblin used his key on the cage. It looked like intelligence differed amongst Goblins greatly, this one seemed a little intelligent, must be to be a mage he assumed.
"Out here, this is your barracks, now head out" The Goblin prompted them by shocking their cage again. And then removed the shackles off of the new prisoners.
As they wandered into the shitty wooden barracks, first the smell hit them. It smelt of sweat, shit and mold, Maro coughed in his sleeve.
All the other prisoners in his barracks were men of the Order races, most were human and dwarf for some reason, everyone looked hungry and weak… but they all had a sharp glint in their eye. No one has given up yet, that's good, I can use that.
All the beds were Triple bunk beads, hell yeah, Maro thought, a sleep over. Aside from one bunk, the rest were full.
"So Gnarlo, Kadrin, who gets which bunk…"
"Don't even play, I get the bottom bunk, I'm not climbing steps every time I want to sleep" And he jumped into the bottom bed and a poof of dust made him start coughing.
"Well if we're going by leg length, I get the middle bunk" Kadrin said as he sat down on the edge of Gnarlo's bed"
"Good, because spit falls down, I would much rather be above you" Maro laughed
"You better not fucking spit when you are in bed Kadrin, I'll find a knife and cut your mattress out from under you" Gnarlo closed his eyes.
A moment of silence fell upon them. Maro looked around the room and then instead of whispering, he loudly said "when do you guys want to break out of here?"
The entire room stared daggers into him, you could get killed for saying something like that. Not only that, all occupants of their barracks would be subject to collective punishment. Before Gnarlo lost his shit, Maro told everyone to chill out while laughing.
Maro was immune to everyone's death gaze at this point, so he decided to go for a walk in the yard and scope the layout some more.
As soon as he stepped out, at the barracks across from him, a thiiickkk dwarf woman had stepped out. Maro's focus was singular, she had long lustrous black hair braided in a dwarven fashion, a fair face, a big bust, hourglass figure and a planet for an ass.
It wasn't that Maro was confident he could do whatever he wanted in the prison, he was just reckless and flowed with the tide. If trouble came he would adapt, but in this case, the tide was his penis and it flowed toward that Dwarf woman.
It was his first time seeing a female dwarf and it was nothing he expected, until a second dwarf woman stepped out and she had a beard as long as Kadrin's. And his excitement died down a little bit, not wanting to mess up, he called Kadrin over.
Kadrin stepped out, while spitting on the ground "What do you want…" and he saw the two female dwarves outside, it's been a long time since Kadrin had even seen a dwarf female, he whistled.
"Kadrin give me a quick breakdown on how to hit on dwarf chicks, what shouldn't I say?"
"Well for starters, the hairless one is disgusting, but that bearded one is a glorious beauty. They say the thicker the beard on a women, the stronger the children and damn is her beard getting me going"
"Dwarf women like strength, so you are covered, but Dwarf women also like Dwarves. Women are more proud than men about their lineage in Dwarf culture, but that hairless one is a freak"
Kadrin spat again, but it was symbolic, he was too thirsty to conjure up spit right now.
"Kadrin, I will do you a favour, I will speak to the hairless one so you can have the opportunity to speak to your new bearded lady friend"
Kadrin smiled "What an amazing friend you are, but I wouldn't, I have a feeling the guards here all have a splinter in their dick hole" Kadrin was still staring at the beautiful bearded dwarf lady, her beard was the colour of fire, braided in a classic fashion, the beard in one large braid and her hair in two… Kadrin was day dreaming but immediately snapped out of it when he realized Maro was half way to the women, he quickly ran to catch up.
Angrily whispering "you're gonna get us fucking killed, no wonder Gnarlo hates you"
"Dying, trying to get laid, is one of the most honorable things a man can do Kadrin"