"I am talking about our very own King…
...King Uther Pendragon."
"..."
"..."
"...Why are you saying it with such suspense like it should mean something to me?"
"Seriously, you don't even know who he is!?"
"Oi!"
The excitement and shock coming out of Arthur were reflected by the clanging of the iron bars that reached almost to the end of the dungeon, causing the prisoners who were asleep to have no choice but to be woken up by the violent pealing sound.
The complaints of the prisoners rippled, once again garnering the attention of the guard that was guarding the dungeon.
"F'ckin hell, mates! This is my last warning! I'm gonna feed you some of my arsefire you got it!?"
And with the guard's words echoing through the end of the hall and seeping through each of the iron bars, the prisoners within them quickly shut their mouths and once again returned to whatever it was they were doing.
