Sorik awoke with a start, scanning his surroundings and bracing himself for an attack that did not come. The commotion was further away.
He laid on a bed, (if you could call it that) of itchy straw, complete with a small, stuffed woolen pillow. That was some comfort, at least. The cell, however, was a different story. Bleak and dark room held no heat, being constructed from stone. It was a wonder there was no pool of water in the corner, the source of which dripped down from the ceiling.
Suddenly one of the shouts was heard much closer, getting into the hallway. "This way," he heard a feminine voice call before multiple footsteps echoing downwards. What in the world...
A young woman stepped through the hall, dressed in a light blue style of dress he had never seen before. She was obviously looking for somebody, as her head shifted from side to side to process the information her brisk walk carried her to. Their eyes met, and she slowed, judging his existence with a condescending posture. Three people wearing similar clothing followed behind her, and stopped to address her target.
"You think that's him, milady?" one asked after a moment of silence, staring at him.