If the first creature had looked somewhat sickly, the one following her looked like the picture of health by comparison. He wasn't wearing much to start with, some combination of a loincloth and a kilt, along with some knotted leather armbands around his fairly large biceps- and large they were, along with the rest of him. His black-scaled bulk stood nearly seven feet high, capped off with a fanged grin that would look more at home on a fox being released into a chicken coop than it would on a prisoner. He seemed to make no fuss about removing his meagre garments, his anatomy ensuring that, at present, there was nothing to show off, but he quickly started chuckling in a rumbling voice as he looked at the provided clothing. Rather than try to fit into them and tear them apart, he settled for just tying them around his waist and improvising them into another loincloth.

If, throughout any of this, he was bothering to hide anything, it certainly wasn't apparent. Given the large claws on his hands and the lack of anywhere apparent to hide such things though, the more likely possibility was that he simply wasn't bothering to try.

For all his size and vicious-looking appearance, he didn't seem to resist as he was led towards his cell. Rather, he seemed almost to be happy to be here as he was herded through the tunnels, grinning like a sharp-toothed cheshire cat at the other prisoners.