While in the cells there wasn't much for Zain to do. He couldn't practise using his skills and if he did it would only deplete his energy while in there. Since he had increased his intelligence, it was very rare that Zain had to worry about his body functions deteriorating.
Now though, stuck in a place where he was unable to hunt, who knew how long he would be in here for. Eventually, Zain felt like the best option was to continue to gather information about this place.
Just as he was about to open his mouth though, footsteps could be heard coming down the hallway. A smell lingered with the group of people and it was a smell many recognised. Those that had been sitting down or standing away doing nothing had even reacted to this because it was food.
"Alright, as usual, red trays are for the undead, while the grey trays are for the rest." The man stated.
