The cell was damp and cold, water dripping from the mold-infested ceilings, and every so often, the sounds of clanging metal could be heard. A scent that can be described as musty mixed with a bit of rot permeated the air, making the place uncomfortable and difficult to breathe in.
Inside the cell, Tristan sat with 4 men and a woman, all of them seemingly familiar.
Those five were the space knights he was fighting against back at that ruins.
One of the men, a brown-skinned, muscular guy with army cut hair, stood, approached him, and glared, trying to use his height to intimidate Tristan.
"So, it really is you, blood elf."
Tristan merely looked up from his sitting position and calmly asked. "Yes, it is me, what do you want?"
Phiuu! The guy spat on the floor, right next to Tristan's feet, and said. "You killed three of my mates. Just watch, when I manage to get out, I will make sure you regret it!"
