"Hey, you! You, the new one with the wings!"
The head dwarf guard yelled above his wooden platform with impatience growing in his tone—his finger pointing in his direction.
Every eye of the dwarven laborers and prisoners turned automatically to the curled body of the faye that breached their land's barrier four days ago.
A familiar dwarf went towards the unconscious body in the midst of piled-up rubble of rocks and sand. It was the same dwarf who had seen them when they fell from the barrier and sent them to the prison.
"Wake up, useless bonehead! You think this is your bed?" The dwarf kicked the poor faye on the side of his ribs.
Alvaro jolted up when he felt a sharp, steady pain in his right ribs. He weakly held the painful part of his body with his left hand.
