Don't suppose I've been Missed

With no aggression the male had been detained and escorted, Zero being behind him just in case while one other guard walked in front of him. With that the ordeal and been over and now the male would be taken into the cells where he would wait for additional sentencing.

Salzem was escorted into a cell inside Konoha, one guard ahead, the one from the gates behind. The cell was quite drab, nothing so fantastical with iron bars on all sides, nor was it ridiculously small as the rumors would lead one to believe. In fact, the room was made of concrete, and gave him roughly 20 feet of space on all sides to walk around with a small bedroll on the far right. On the left, there was (if poorly crafted) wooden desk with a chair of equal craftsmanship. Salzem stepped inside, the guards would close the door, the only thing made of bars, but only about the upper third. The other third made of medium-grade steel. Strangely, Salzem felt a small sense of comfort inside his cell. It was small, manageable and quiet. Likely, he would have a guard or two outside the cell he could chat with if the need arises and he didn't even need to make his own food. Upon the door closing, Salzem walked over to the desk, noticing a small piece of paper that laid atop it's face with a pencil resting beside. How strange. Surely, they expected him to write a letter or something to a loved one. Or perhaps he was meant to write a request on the paper and hand it to the guard outside. He stared at the paper, all the possibilities whirling around inside his 15 year old skull. With nothing to do, Salzem picked up the pencil and began to doodle.

(exit)
Claiming nothing

Sal's incarceration is approved.