He had no idea how much time had passed. Ultimately, it was an overpowering fishy smell that woke Eric.
He opened his eyes and looked around.
Gray stone bricks, a tightly shut iron door, and damp straw. This was clearly a cell, and a sealed one at that. There wasn't even a window, only two air vents the size of a man's arm.
And, of course, there was the reek of fish that had woken him.
Eric sat up on the straw, a clash of metal chains ringing out. Both his hands and feet were shackled, and the chains were heavy.
He tried to trace the source of the pungent fishy smell, and his gaze fell upon another figure in the opposite corner of the room.
The room was dim, with the only light filtering in through the air vents.
Eric couldn't make out the person's face, but he was certain of one thing: it was definitely not Hessin.
"Brother, how long have I been here?"
In this cell, the other man was the only one he could ask.
