Inside a dark hall that was only illuminated with nothing but hanging torches, a clanking noise of armor was heard along with something that was being dragged against the ground. The light from the torch slightly revealed the grimacing face of the knight and the glare that proved he hated the job. Fatigue was his everyday fuel and sweat was his drug, however, today was a special day as he grabbed an unruly criminal by the ankle.
The latter's had his hand-tied and clothes ripped off. Bruises adorned his upper body, while he wore nothing but culottes made from hempen. Despite so, there was only a smile on his face as his back grazed the ground. He relaxedly looked up before muttering.
"Wow, this place is dead! Don't you have something better like a chandelier? Haha!"
"Shut up felon!"
The felon chuckled, "Alright, no need to get your high horses. Does the job not paying you well?"
"Tch! Shut up!"
