G'leo's head rests against the metal bars of his cell. He's staring at nothing in particular, but by the fates above is he bored out of his mind. He had already finished his normal routine of exercising with his own personal training regiment, making it progressively more challenging to keep his form and his dexterity up, but since he finished it he's found himself with nothing more to do.Â
He attempts to re-read the note that Crofte had given him and still finds the newspaper article written about her just as distasteful as before. Tossing it aside, he proceeds to bang his head against the bars...ever so quietly...what he wouldn't give to be outside...just for a bit.
He attempts to re-read the note that Crofte had given him and still finds the newspaper article written about her just as distasteful as before. Tossing it aside, he proceeds to bang his head against the bars...ever so quietly...what he wouldn't give to be outside...just for a bit.
