"How long do you plan to let us stay cooped up in here, waiting for that madman to come and make his own fun?" Drakthor, who wore an expression as if about to die from boredom, said irritably, but he still moved his horse forward.
"First of all, it's only been ten minutes at most, so for devil's sake, stop acting like we've been here for years. I'm sure that bastard Edward knows we're here. Maybe our failure to leave this cell immediately after entering here gave him the wrong idea that we are weak and couldn't escape from his grasp. So he's probably finishing up whatever he's doing before dealing with us..."