Steal scraped against stone. Bright light flooding to the room blinding the Captain.

“it’s time to wake up rat,” water splashed forwards from the blinding light. Cold it was so cold. Chains rattled around his wrists.

Why are they here, they never come in.

The man stepped closer and unchained on hand it fell to his side, this feeling so foreign once a normal position for his body now painful. Then his other hand fell. His arms unable to move from the pain pulsating through his shoulders. Hands pulled him up to his feet, numb everywhere. The brief freedom was cut short as more chain were closed around his writs once again. Then his ankles, around his waist and finally a chain to connect them all.

One step feet slick from the blood and urine mixture now coating the bare bottoms. Eyes still stinging from the immediate introduction of firelight. Hand grasp shoulders and shove. Two steps. Legs shaking as he goes from the heavy chains weighing on his frail body. Shoes scuffle against stone, it’s the men are surrounding him. Delirious can’t tell how many people there are. Step three, and four. His eyes begin to see shades of grey, the stone walls of a hallway. The light wavering between brighter and dimmer.

They lead him through the prison, it was disorienting. He could barely keep himself concuss because of the thousands of needles stinging into his body from the blood flowing how it’s supposed to. Eyes finally adjusted to torches aligning walls on either side providing the only light as they continued. Theodore could tell now there were two men with him one shoving his shoulder every time he slows. The other keeping a safe distance presumably from the stench radiating off of him.

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They approached a set of large intricately designed doors, large elks carved on either side rearing up in a fighting stance. It was the first beautiful thing Theodore saw in months, has his mouth not been so dry he might have even gasped in appreciation of such a site. Something so unfamiliar to him now. The doors were pulled open by unseen force. Guards simultaneously shoved and dragged Theodore into the room. Fresh blood peaked through the chains on his wrists and ankles. Before he could take in his surroundings face met floor. Cold, hard marble. It felt nice something to soothe the burning of his shoulders.

“This is him?”, a Thick accented voice filled the room,“He doesn’t look like much.”

“This is him,” the guard replied, “He’s alive, with some work he’ll get back to where he once was.”

“Why did you keep him in this state?”

With a groan Theodore shifted the weight of his upper body to his hands, heaving his shoulder towards the upright position.

THUD

His face met the cold floor again as a boot met his back. Craning his neck Theodore tried to get a look at the mysterious man only able to glimpse fine leather boots of whoever was seated before him. Golden clasps adorning the sides.

“He came here as an aggressive man unwilling to do as he was told, we placed him into solitary to brake him.”

“And?”

“He’s more valuable now my lord,” the guard replied.

The pushy guard removed his boot from Theodore’s back, hands cupped under shoulders and heaved him to his feet. His eyes slid from the floor to the man before him fine leather and unmarked steal armour adorned the small man in front of him. He must be wealthy. A coin marked with a horse main flowing in unseen wind, a green cloak pined underneath.

“Hello Captain,” The main stared up at Theodore only a few inches below his chin, “You need a bath, but we’ll do that later. Throw him in the cage,” With that the man turned and grabbed a golden goblet off to the side and took a large swing. Red liquid balled up in the cornered of his sandy blonde beard.

The world became fuzzy again Theodore’s body had been too stained from all the sudden movement. The world went back.