The soft afternoon sunlight warmed the bodies it touched.
The little boat floating on the Angry River swayed gently with the waves, like a cradle, lulling the people on board into a drowsy state.
Colin stood up and stretched, trying to fight off the overwhelming sleepiness.
Still a distance away from the center of the river, where the prisoner exchange was to take place, Colin started a conversation with Marquis Vincent beside him, "Marquis Vincent, have you got used to your stay in Ice Rock City over the past six months?"
Marquis Vincent grunted lightly, ignoring Colin.
Half a year of captivity had rendered the once charismatic Eastern Marquis noticeably haggard.
However, Colin hadn't abused him. He wasn't that bored.
In Ice Rock City, Marquis Vincent, apart from his loss of freedom, was well-fed and had his physiological needs attended to by skilled women every week.
