Angder sits against the plain wall of his cell, the lock is not one he can pick, and the guards are smart enough not to fall for the usual tricks. Sighing, he gazes over to his 'Bed', little more than a low wooden table with an uncomfortable pair of blankets on it.
The thought of spending the rest of his life here scares him.
Hearing footsteps outside, Angder gets up and limps to the door. two days ago he tried to knockout a guard in order to escape, they denied him yesterdays food over that stunt, and now he was too hungry to even walk properly.
Angder peers through the bars on the door, trying to catch a glimpse of who was approaching.