The room was gloomy, faint rays of light were shining from the corridor, through the bars. A pitiful, dirty figure was rolled up in a corner, shivering and chained to the back wall. Thorim did not know how long he had been imprisoned by his captors nor did he know who his captors were. He was aching all over, feverish and dehydrated. Time had lost all meaning, there was only pain.
They are experimenting, on all of us - he pondered as he heard agonizing screams from some cell up the hallway.
He tugged on the chains, as if to see if time had loosened the anchor in a solid stone wall. All he could think about, was a cool tankard of ale with his friends in Vadda.
One day I'll get out of this hell hole, he said to himself.
The chains were not that heavy, yet they weighed heavily on his soul.
They are experimenting, on all of us - he pondered as he heard agonizing screams from some cell up the hallway.
He tugged on the chains, as if to see if time had loosened the anchor in a solid stone wall. All he could think about, was a cool tankard of ale with his friends in Vadda.
One day I'll get out of this hell hole, he said to himself.
The chains were not that heavy, yet they weighed heavily on his soul.