[color=orange]"I... am..."[/color] He rasped from his position on the floor.

He hands grabbed stiffly at empty air as his legs folded in, pushing against the ground and bringing his hips off the floor. Slowly he rose torso first, dragging his head with it like a strange zombie rising from its grave. His chest heaved as he breated deep.
[color=orange]"ALIVE!"[/color] He yelled suddenly.

Christoph exhaled in relief and his body immediately relaxed into a sitting position.
[color=orange]"I know the Kingdom's been in a tight spot as of late, but you'd think they could spare their guests better accomodation..."[/color] He said, stretching his battered body. 
He was bruised all over, most likely from some beating, and his wrists held the telltale marks of manacles. Fortunately he still had a deck of cards, and a pair of dice. For however long their little mission would take, he at least wouldn't be bored. The Warden's words hadn't helped with clarity, and they [i]definitely[/i] hadn't helped with his headache. But the fresh air was soothing, and he could feel himself remembering. Remembering his circumstances. His sins... 

Christoph couldn't help but smile.

[color=orange]"I'll let it slide seeing as they sent me to this wonderful place..."[/color] He muttered to himself, staring at the horizon.
The sun slowly crept down, allowing darkness to slowly creep into the sky. This was his favourite hour, the moment when the bright and monotonous sky dyed itself into a riot of colours, fading into the white-speckled night. Sadly, he wasn't in the mood to watch it right now.
[color=orange]"Say, where are we, anyways?"[/color] He said to no one in particular.