"So, princess," Edoric chuckled at Cyan's ineptitude with her new surroundings, dubbed "Princess Sickness" by most of the other fine gents in this cell block, appropriate for Cyan's case, "What will you do now? You're in a hostile new world with no one to give a care in the world about you. Will you hunt or be hunted?"

Edoric almost went into a mocking tone, feeling the hostility emitting from the girl. With his usual air, he ignored whatever glaring daggers she was trying to stab him with as turned on to his back and stared into the ceiling. It was only his third year here and yet it felt like his thirtieth. How time flies in hell. Closing his eyes, he slowly lulled himself to sleep, there was no worry in him, no worry he would be torn up by his new roommate, he already knew how to counter it if that was the case. As Edoric's head slumped against his pillow, for the first time in forever, he dreamed. He dreamed a dream of sheep grazing in a peaceful pasture, all without a care in the world.