You have all been chained together in the same communal cell dressed in nothing but filthy, tattered rags. Manhandled and mistreated, any finery you once possessed is either ruined or long lost. No special treatment has been given any prisoner – male or female, commoner or noble – all of the condemned are bound and imprisoned together. Your feet are secured by iron cuffs tethered by one long chain. Your arms are secured to the wall above by manacles. A guard is posted right outside the cell day and night. Little thought is given to long term accommodations. In Rome, justice comes swift and sure.
Escape seems hopeless. You have all been well searched and every attempt to conceal anything on your person has failed. And if you could somehow slip your bonds and fly out of this prison, where would you go? You former Jarl is dead, his crews scattered. You have no ship, you have no crew, and you are a long way from the shores of your northern homelands. Despised, alone and shackled – all that you can do now is await your doom, hoping that the Norns have woven a different fate for you than an ignominious death with no sword in your hand.
Your cell is dark (can barely see each other), you can only move a foot or so in either direction. Please describe and introduce yourselves. When describing your height remember that the average man of this era was probably 5'7ish as opposed to 5'10" for the average American of today. Once everyone has checked in and made any escape attempts they want to make, I will move us on.