~Stuart~
It’s so dank down here. I never liked coming down here, and once I got the head warrior position, I made sure I never came down here if I could avoid it. The horrors that can take place here are strewn across the walls and embedded in the ground. When I go back home, I will need a complete shower, maybe 3.
I make my way down the hall, walking past empty cells. One cell holds Neal, a trusted warrior. I have to admit that I admire his bravado, and it’s too bad that Portia didn’t go for his advances. If she had, that would have made things easier for the twins. He laid out on his cot, not moving.
I continue down the hall until I reach the cell I’ve been looking for. My baby is sitting in the corner of the cell, knees drawn up, and her head resting on her knees. I can hear small
