"Hmm, looks like a few of them are still alive."
Ripah said as he squinted his eyes to see the non-human slaves behind the cells.
He shifted his weight from one foot to the other, his heavy boots making a wet, squelching sound against the damp grime of the basement floor. He raised his torch a little higher, casting a light over the pile of bodies in the corner of the cell.
He got the torch on their way down the basement.
"Ah, forgive me for the place and the smell."
Anyway, he turned to Tatum, Bernia, and Pwyll before saying that.
He let out a short, wet chuckle, waving his hand in front of his nose as if the horrific stench of decay and neglect was nothing more than a minor inconvenience for his wealthy guests. He didn't see the expressions on their faces beneath the deep shadows of their hoods.
"..."
