Gorosk had become quite accustomed to silence through his life and his time in this cell had been marked by copious quantities of exactly that.  Alone in a small cell with bland food sufficient to do little more than keep his organs functioning he'd been passing the time meditating when he could, pacing when he couldn't meditate, practicing his maneuvers when pacing failed to help him focus, or shadow boxing when he felt the frustration of being restrained building up inside him.  

In recent days new unfortunate souls had been added to the simple but seemingly solid jail.  Perhaps they were guilty of their charges as he was of his, but perhaps not.  The first prisoner, a human, seemed perfectly happy to join Gorosk in silent meditation or perhaps brooding or perhaps recovering from his bender.  He had thus far been a very suitable fellow imprisonee.  Though after his arrival there was slightly more noise than he had become accustomed to it was reassuring to hear another's footsteps and breathing once more.

He had thought that perhaps this was how he would spend the remainder of his time, however long that proved to be, in prison.  In relative silence alone but together, just waiting for the day the guards got tired of fetching them stale hard bread and water.  Perhaps it was a test.

It wasn't long before two more arrived, the human at night with no charges announced and a rather unceremonious arrival into the same cell as the other prisoner, the final an apparent Hunter or perhaps a Witch, he got a better look at.  A very large woman, pale skin tone and markings, not human but not quite a giant, something new; and escorted with a guard dramatically more in number than he knew were even positioned out here.  Her charges were more serious than his own or the drunken vagrant.  Her charges likely meant death.  Perhaps she deserved it, but something seemed odd about all of them arriving so soon after each other.  Gorosk returned to silence and stillness to observe.

For some time they had all done largely the same.  Trapped animals it seemed to Gorosk, like him, slowly feeling out their environment.  From the cell that houses his oldest companion in this predicament and the other fresher arrived human came the sound of movement and the first words Gorosk had heard from any of them.  

"I am Gorosk," he replied, noting that the massive Witch or Hunter or whatever form of devil she might be seemed to move to the front of her cell, moved to the front of his cell hoping the light at his back might conceal his heritage awhile longer, and waited to get a better look at cohorts, particularly the two menfolk.