DRAKE'S VIEW
It was morning already. I slept with ease all night, knowing that Drenmore was locked up in the dungeon.
Last night was a false alarm. I went to check up on him, and when I awakened, he was conscious and back to his irritating self. He gave me the smug look, which I loathed. I spoke to him through the door. "What are you doing by achieving this? Do you think chains are going to stop me when I turn tonight?" he hissed. I turned to walk away when he spewed hateful comments at me. I turned a deaf ear and went upstairs.
It was a bit cold, so I went to cut some firewood. There was barely any food stocked up in the kitchen. There were no servants, and most of the furniture was covered. No one came here. I cut some wood and made a nice fire. There was some instant coffee around, so I made myself some. There seemed to be only that. I wasn't hungry, so I skipped a meal.
