A growl came from the bloodied lips, hidden in a brown bristly beard. His bare arms grew, as muscle and veins appeared, shaking with all effort from the pulling upon the chains that bound his wrists to a wall. An angry grunt echoed in the empty cell, as metal rattled as the large wild man struggled.
The relatively empty jail was quiet, apart from the tapping of watchers boots and the dangling of the keys at their belts. Thumping came from inside the dunlendings head, as a sore pain like fire was upon the back of his head after a burning timber and a club had struck him. The dripping of a leaky cell was sending the man mad, which made him pull at his chains more and more, anger building up inside of him.
Two shackles were around the man's wrists, as well as his ankles. A larger one around his waist, and another around his neck. Nearly a week he had been imprisoned here, and by now the watch knew that those chains were necessary when dealing with him. Even the brigand he once shared a cell with knew to keep in the corner, though due to Pren nearly pushing him all the way through the bars, he had been moved to another.
The wild man stood there, reflecting what had happened and wondering when and who will help him get out, though he knew he would not be let out without a breakout, though the chains were doing their job and he couldn't even punch one. He then remembered of a promise he made, wondering if she was still waiting for him, ready to leave these lands whenever he got out, and go on the run for a while. He hoped so at least..
