He was in a cage. Entrapped and surrounded by its rough bars of rusted metal, forming a cell no larger than the length and width of a horse. Forcing the old man, the owl, to kneel on the cold metal floor that made it up.
Dried blood and dirt covered his wrinkling skin. His thick black hair and beard, once glossy and clean, became split, rough, coarse, and dry. While his face of an uncaring man turned to that of a somber expression, slumbering as if for eternity with his head down.
"HOW DARE THEY?!" an emotion surged up from within Hubert, one he never felt during his conflict with Aadish or when he was a slave.
An emotion far stronger than he had experienced before. One that made his eyes go red like a demon and his sword's grip to almost explode in pieces from how hard he clenched it.
Anger.
"Release the man!" Cassian, from behind, had caught up and saw what piqued the interest of everybody.
