Ivar was dressed neatly, his disheveled hair deliberately styled, and the messy stubble on his face trimmed. He looked much cleaner, as if he were about to attend some grand event.
He sat in a chair, this time without any iron chains binding him, yet Ivar still appeared despondent. Surrounding him were guards, and standing by the window as the setting sun fell was Cornel.
Corey was in charge of the negotiation, with Cornel overseeing Ivar, separated by a long and distant hallway.
"You're about to be free, Ivar."
Cornel said to Ivar, the man constantly trying to hide himself in the shadow, making it difficult for Cornel, standing by the window, to see him clearly.
"Free?"
Perhaps because he hadn't spoken for too long, Ivar's voice was somewhat stiff.
