Soon, a vast hall unfolded before them, an indelible sight etched into Bowen's memory. The air within was heavy with despair, and the walls held a haunting display—children, their bodies marred by scars and wounds, were chained near the walls, hands and legs restrained. Among them, mostly of the human race, were a few elves and demi-humans.
Cecil abruptly yanked Bowen, pulling him back to the harsh reality of their surroundings. "Briar!" she called out loud.
A man with an average build, bearing numerous scars on his face, staggered up from a corner, clearing the drunken stupor from his face with a splash of water from a large pail. "Hmm... another one?" he grunted, rubbing his face.
"Take care of him; he's awakened," Cecil instructed, Briar raising a brow in response.
With that, she turned and added, "Try not to kill him as she walked out quickly."
Bowen could see Briar licking his lips, eyeing him.
