Serious RP

Trae woke in a stupor. He was in a bare room with a dirt floor, his only bedding provided by a scant layer of straw. Bars were encompassing the three windows lining the top of the room. Others were waking up as well in similar situations such as his. He shook his head, trying to clear the fuzzyness. The man next to him was a slight man with fair hair and a fine layer of stubble. He could have been a man he passed on the street. His clothes seemed to be ruffled, like he was in a bar room brawl and he didn't fair too well.