Wevar looked at the mudokon (Noah). His last comment had a cheeky feel to it, but Wevar wouldn't ask about it. Wevar simply nodded, tilted his hat and walked to the other side of the courtyard. "Man, it feels hot today". He took out a small towel and wiped his face. "Feel's like it's bath month already". Oh well, he might as well do a bit of guarding while he was here.
Bonest was walking around the cells. Every so often he would enter the cells and do a search. He was always careful with his searches, so far he'd found; a poster of a mud without a loincloth, a small rock-hammer (the one geologists use), a shiv, an illegal cig... "Oh, what's this?". He saw some herbs lying on one of the bedsheets. He sniffed it once, "Hmmm, Class 2 perhaps". He sniffed again and confirmed it, "Yup, that's definately Sloofer". He pocketed it and continued walking. (PS. He doesn't plan on keeping the drugs, he's not that kind of Slig).
Noah sighed, the courtyard was barely better than the cafeteria. Here there was no protection from the sunlight or the less-than-friendly stares from the more vicious inmates. Oh well, time to start conversing again. He walked up to Mongo and his friend. "So, Mongo... Do you have many friends here?"
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