If he heard the man's approach he made no note of it, even giving a bit of a start when he arrived at the cell door proper. Squinting his eyes as he looks up at him, trying to make out more details than the light will allow. Giving up he looks down and shakes his head. "Only one kind of person comes into a gaol wearing a mask. If you would though, how much are they paying you? Would like to know how much they consider my life to be worth."
He steps back and hops up on to the bed, sitting on the side without looking towards the door again. Down the hallway they can hear the ambience of people talking. Probably the guards in another one of their games.
He steps back and hops up on to the bed, sitting on the side without looking towards the door again. Down the hallway they can hear the ambience of people talking. Probably the guards in another one of their games.
If you always do what you've always done, you'll only know what you've always known. And that's boring.
