Agitated... scared... nervous... overwrought... the state of the only bandit guarding the slaves only had one over. His heart was beating fast, worried about what might have happened outside.
He was just hearing screams of horror, covering his ears from the terror, but still reached his ears. He looked at the slaves with an uncertain look, perhaps more of a worried look.
Now, his face was just unpaintable. He seems to have lost his composure. But on the other side, the slaves were curious about the yells. They weren't scared in particular as most of them already had frozen hearts, unaware of how to react in every situation.
But there was one slave who was still hoping. Her eyes were now all covered with tears, praying that the yells would bring doom to the bandits that enslaved them.
Even if she can't escape, their death is enough.
Minutes later, the bandit who was guarding outside yelled. They can't see the other side, but they can hear everything.
