"Shouldn't criminals be treated like human beings?" Cyril rolled over on the bed.
Now it wasn't the confinement that made him angry. It was the thirst and hunger. It seemed that Captain Fearish had quickly forgotten his whereabouts since he had entered the dormitory room and locked it.
Cyril regretted not having read the kind of spell that could be used for such a situation in the witches' quarters at Fort Varden.
Cyril rolled over on his bed and exhaled as if that was the only thing to do. He had already done some stretches earlier to ease the tension in his muscles. But it was not enough. Even when he woke up from the dead and realized that he wasn't in a familiar world, there was still someone he needed to talk to.
