Perhaps he was already used to such reactions, or he was naturally thick-skinned. Alberish continued his cold laughter without any physical action, and his thick fingers pointed to the side of the wooden house.
"The ones trying to escape and rebel are over there. We don't oppose those with courage to join that crowd."
Voice showcasing power echoed among the neatly arranged rows of prisoners, their bodies hanging on hooks with their necks bound by iron wire like pieces of meat in a butcher's shop, silently telling the ending of their escape stories. The corpses coated in tar for preservation were swayed by the occasional breeze, seemingly reenacting the view of the executed when they were gasping for breath.
"Speak less, work more. Follow orders, don't ask questions. - These are the rules here. Dismissed."
