The cell was dim with only a little bit of moonlight and torchlight filtering through the window. There was a bit of silence despite the occasional sound of a blade hitting wood or a yelp of pain that followed a whip and only the worst could be assumed from such a noise. The order and peace was eventually cut off with shouting and the sounds of chains as two guards dragged a long a wolf in a tattered shirt and pants, one that was issued to those whose clothing and armor were confiscated. The prisoner being dragged was covered in blood that came from a variety of slash marks hidden under his shirt, but one injury that couldn't be hidden and that was a large gash on his forehead.

Despite the prisoner's current condition, the guards opened the door and tossed him in like a dead body, letting him land on his hands in knees before they closed the door shut behind him. It was rather obvious the wolf was in too much pain to notice anything around him at the time, so he simply flopped over on his side, and tried his best to keep still, his body occasionally trembling in the agony it was blatantly in. "Keep good in there, will ya? The Justiciar likes his subjects to be cooperative for the next interrogation." A voice called out from the halls before the guards walked off, leaving him with whoever fate decided to lock him up with. The silence returned, before the new one spoke in a strained voice.

"I-is anyone there? H..Hello?"

((Hope that works~))