[h1][center]Meanwhile at the prison [/center][/h1]


Gawain rested in the corner of his cell. The sea-stone shackles had drained him of his vitality. His eyes had glazed over the plate of prison food that had been sitting near the bars for over a few hours now. He was reluctant to eat, let alone move. The entirety of his capture was a humiliating blow. His cell held no other mates to keep him company, and he was stripped in prison garbs. No longer sporting his traditional weapon and armor, which was now confiscated somewhere in the marine facility. Damn it all, this was the end of his short lived adventure.

The once proud knight had been sitting down with his legs and arms crossed, head down, and back against the wall. Every now and then he can hear the footsteps of marine soldiers patrolling the hallways. Though reluctant, Gawain caved in from his hunger and began to consume the food that had been presented to him.