Callum was shocked to see the whited out eye. It mesmerized him for a brief moment. He stood up, uneasy under the mans gaze. "Just a few minutes, I'm sure." He strutted towards the doorway where the hunchback stood. "He's yet to break your spirit, I see," Callum smirked at the man before turning his attention to the Keeper. Still smirking, "Now, be truthful, how long has been there? Don't lie, I do so hate liars." A drip of anger could be heard just barely hidden behind his calm facade. The Keeper swallowed hard, he had never had issue with his methods before. The previous Master of the Courts would forge the records he had left blank and word never reached the King. But of course the newer Master, this young man, shared a dinner with the King every night and breakfast every morn. It was inevitable that he would be far more diligent and honest in his work. "A uh.. few days.. m'Lord," His voice was quiet, nearly inaudible. 

Callums face twisted in anger at the mans confession. "Days? DAYS?!" His face quickly turned redder and redder. Prince Callum had always been known for his wroth, a less than desirable trait in a prince but perfect for the career chosen for him. It kept men in line. "What of food? Water?!" His voice was loud, billowing down the halls. The men sitll in their cells sat silent. The Keeper just shook his head slowly. "Do you wish my father be known a tyrant?!" He went incredibly close to the mans face, nearly touching noses,to intimidate him. "You [b]dare[/b] dishonour your King?!" The old man trembled under him. He stormed over to the pirate, quickly undoing the straps. He pulled the man to his feet, shackling him just tight enough so he wouldn't bolt of. "Pack your things, sir. I'll find a new Keeper who is capable of his duties. Be thankful I don't put you on that rack." He left the room, pulling the pirate behind him.

Callum pulled him through the halls, past his old cell and up the stairs of the tower. He headed towards some of the nicer cells above. Those oft given to nobility. While they were no castle, to a common man they were plenty comfortable. They had their own Keeper and had different rules. They were fed quite well for prisoners, allowed to groom and send letters. A few even had slats between the rooms one could open to chat with their neighbour. He opened the door to a cell and brought the pirate in with him. "Forgive me for that.. unsightly behaviour." He unshackled the man and sat on a small bench in the room. The cell was fairly large, a soft bed sat in the corner and the center had a small sitting area with a bookshelf. Religious books mostly, but better than nothing. It even had a window, strongly barred though one could still see outside. "Sit. This will be your new cell. Consider it a solace for your treatment." Callum crossed his legs, almost ladylike, before quickly uncrossing them. "I'm sorry. You never went to trial, if I'm correct. What crimes did you commit?" He wasn't sure why but he had an odd interest in the pirate. Perhaps it was the mystique of traveling the open seas, or the terrible ordeal that he felt at Callums hands. But he suddenly wished for the older man to feel better welcomed.