The Rattler is annoyed
He grunts as the butt of the spear slams into his stomach. He can't help but double over, hating to show so much weakness to these men. But he grits his teeth and has to endure.
There is no point in harbouring false hopes, yet the appearance of that mysterious man next to his cage earlier was a manifestation of hope.
Sleep comes. It won't last long. The guards will make sure of that.
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