Then Horas found himself falling face first as he received a kick to his rear side. He fell and his chest area got stained with the ink that had spilled unto the ground. He could hear the burst of laughter that erupted from Mester's mouth and Horas didn't know how to act in that moment. He cursed under his breath as he closed his eyes and gritted his teeth in anger.
"You can't do anything, low life," Mester said. "You are going to die soon so I came to tell you that in your next life, do not try to stick your head where you do not belong," Mester finished as he arranged his belt that was underneath his stomach and pivoted on his heel to walk out of the holding cell.
But Mester was not unsuccessful in making it out of the cell when he found himself staring up at the ceiling of Horas' cell.
