Daha rolled his eyes. He had sat on the mat beside the girl who had spoken to him on his arrival. After her question had been asked, he had barely had enough time to confirm that he had no injuries, if that's what she meant, before the two other men were thrown into the room. When the two others were brought in, he sat on the thin mat, which did little to protect him from the cold hard floor, watching the two men converse.

"Do the two of you even know where you are... or why?" Daha asked as the younger of the two men sat on a bed opposite him. The older of the two of them was still on his feet. "We have been... volunteered, I guess... They took another lad from my village a couple years back. People do not come back from here." He leans back, with a glance at the ground. "Though by all means, if you plan on escaping... I would recommend sharing." He looks at the younger man, sat opposite him, "You would not make it out of here alive."

The woodcutter's apprentice had barely finished speaking when the heavy metal door swung open and two girls were pushed in. They looked a little older than Daha himself, and were completely identical. Both of them had the same long dirty blonde hair, and bright green eyes full of fear. They stood close to one another in the doorway, looking around the room, not saying a word, probably closer together right now, united in fear, than they had when they once shared a womb.