Cain Alderwood
The sound of clanging chains and muffled screams echoes through the damp corridors of the dungeon as Cain Alderwood emerges from the shadows, his half-mask glinting in the faint torchlight, his eyes fixed intently on Hour.
The air is heavy with the scent of blood and sweat as Cain Alderwood takes a step closer, his boots scraping against the cold stone floor, his gloved hand resting on the hilt of his axe, his gaze never leaving Hour's face.
The silence that follows is oppressive, punctuated only by the sound of Cain Alderwood's slow, deliberate breathing, as he awaits Hour's response, his eyes glinting with a mixture of curiosity and cruelty.
The shadows seem to deepen and twist around Cain Alderwood, as if darkness itself is responding to his presence, and Hour debates whether it is wise to say something or to be silent
You're scheduled to die come dawn. Why don't you tell me once and for all why it is you're here.
The air is heavy with the scent of blood and sweat as Cain Alderwood takes a step closer, his boots scraping against the cold stone floor, his gloved hand resting on the hilt of his axe, his gaze never leaving Hour's face.
The silence that follows is oppressive, punctuated only by the sound of Cain Alderwood's slow, deliberate breathing, as he awaits Hour's response, his eyes glinting with a mixture of curiosity and cruelty.
The shadows seem to deepen and twist around Cain Alderwood, as if darkness itself is responding to his presence, and Hour debates whether it is wise to say something or to be silent
Well?Cain Alderwood demanded, his voice low.
What happened to put you here in this place? Are you a thief? A rebel? A vagabond. Surely something interesting must have happened to you if you were dropped here in this place.
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