His thoughts and memories still fuzzy, Ezekiel cautiously pushes the ground away from body. fumbling only momentarily with the thick chains that connect his manacles, he now stands against the bars looking out from the cell in which he is trapped.
In front of him stretches a long corridor that splits at a “T” intersection. A single torch glows softly there, and another outside the prison cell, just a hair too far for anybody on his side of the bars to reach. one other tunnel leads away to the left of the cell for an unknown distance, no light escapes it and Ezekiel would not be able to get the right angle to see very far down it from within the bars. No guard keeps watch over the prisoners but stranger still there doesn't seem to be any conceivable break in the bars that might indicate some kind of door.
The sound of rattling chains forces Ezekiel’s attention back inside the prison cell. Two of the other prisoners have come to.
“Ugh… who are you” says a large figure with a rough voice,the movement of his lips hidden behind his thick beard
“I am called Ezekiel. I am a prisoner here, much like yourself.”
“where is here?” As he speaks the man rises to his full height, pausing only momentarily when his massive arms are caught by the chain connecting his wrists to his ankles. oddly, his chains are only half as thick as Ezekiel’s though his head comes within mere inches of the ceiling that Ezekiel couldn't reach with hands unbound. A giant of a man.
“Obviously a prison of some sort, all i can smell is piss and shit, but if i had to speculate…” Ezekiel glances over his shoulder for dramatic effect, but quickly returns his attention to the bearded mountain in front of him. “judging by the unusually high traffic of footprints in the corridor and the sound of the euphoric mob of inebriates accompanied by theatrical war drumming I’d say we’re the entertainment in some sort of fight-to-the-death arena.”