The ambient miasma that seemed to permeate the air was the most startling element of the experience for the man, something of which he was wholly unfamiliar to and it urged him to grit his teeth, which he obliged without question. While being free of the bondage he had found himself in earlier was a blessing, he traded one curse of the civilized world for another as he was now cast into this pit and left to clearly rot.

Eyes now adjusted to the dingy lighting of the dust choked dungeon, the sizable man in height, stature and presence kept to himself initially, but was quick to note the company he was now keeping in the form of another man, a dwarf, an elven woman and a sizable draconic form that seemed to tower in the cramped quarters. The foremost and clearly the most worn by this prison, huddled in a corner, murmuring to himself only to pause and stare upon the ginger haired, stout newcomer, lips quivering out of hunger and thirst alike.

In nothing but tattered slave's cloth, of which did not conceal his sleek musculature, the man instinctively reached for his now departed instrument from his side, sighing upon the realization nothing could seem to break this bleak ambiance now.

"So this is the 'justice' that was spoken about." He uttered, audible enough for those around within the cell to hear, "Some grim pit in the earth."

Stepping forward, a palm brushing a freshly cut albeit dusted wall in passing examination, he stayed clear of the younger man and the golden scaled dragon-being for the time being, adding only further; "At least we are not alone in this darkness."

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