Cedric and Kris were still imprisoned in the dungeon.
Kris sat on the ground, looking like he had completely given up on life or the prospect of freedom.
Meanwhile, Cedric paced back and forth, his broad shoulders tense, a mean look on his face like he was ready to fight someone.
"I can't believe we have to put up with this!"
He shouted, clearly frustrated for the fifth time that day.
Not wanting to listen to Cedric complain again, Kris found a small stick and started drawing random lines in the dirt as he pretended not to hear him.
Cedric was so angry that he didn't even realize this. He just assumed Kris was just as mad as he was.
But in a way, Kris was upset, but he also knew yelling wasn't going to solve anything.
The situation felt hopeless.
