Moriana's voice rang out with authority as she shouted at the guards, "Untie him immediately! Get him to my cabin for special treatment, now!" Her tone was firm and no-nonsense, leaving no room for argument. "If he dies because of your negligence, you will have hell to pay. I won't tolerate any more deaths under my watch because of the warden's sadistic tendencies."
The guards quickly obeyed her orders, recognizing the gravity of the situation. They untied Draven from the chair and carefully supported his weakened form as they led him to Moriana's cabin. With each step, Draven winced in pain, but he knew he had to endure just a little longer to receive the healing he so desperately needed.
