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The big man went to his cell and laid down in a corner, just as any of the previous day since he arrived in this prison. All part of the plan, he was told. All he had to do was keep up the act that this was just another day ending. He could feel the unease however, something different about him and the others. What was it, hope maybe? Maxim never paid much thought about escaping out of the mines up until now, only dreamt of the world outside, of his old life and maybe what could have been.

All this worrying was keeping him eyes wide open. Everyone had their part to play, even him. He was hopeful it didn't have to come to this. Unlike Mhin and Mortika, he wasn't confident in his ability to physically assault a guard. Sure, he was much bigger than anyone else but the Warden, but he never fought anyone before. The thought of killing someone in cold bold made him all queasy inside. He was no butcher, even less a murderer. But for the sake of his comrades, Maxim would not fail them. When the time would come, he would gather up the strength and the courage to do what needs to be done.

Until then, The Bear had shuffled to his side and settled on watching Kristo knitting a hat. It brought him a semblance of comfort, taking his mind away from the worries. He was quite fascinated, reminiscent of his own mother's craft. Wool blankets, hats, sweaters, mum had kept her family quite warm during the harsh winter days. He had a lot of respect for people who could use their two hands to create useful items.

[color=00a651]"Impressive!"[/color] He grinned widely to his crafty friend, full of enthusiasm. The next words were however much quieter, or at least as quiet as possible for the huge man with a usually loud voice. [sub][color=00a651]"Have you thought of bein' a seamster once we get out of here?"[/color][/sub]
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[@Zora]