Michael's eyes shot open when he heard the Dunmer's hissing. "Would you be quiet!?" He stood from his cell and pushed himself up against the cage to stare at the Dumner. "The likes of you would be executed in the Empire!" Michael's attention then turned to the Orc. "I know it makes you feel tough to slam the cage but you're making too much noise!"

It quickly set in to Michael that he shouldn't be yelling at the others. He rubbed his head and groaned. "I apologize. I just get mad when I'm tired." He scratched at the wrist of his left arm, under the shackles. "Being a slave to the dark elves doesn't help my mood either." He collapsed back and sat against the bars in his cell.