"Come on. Get on your feet!"
Hex heard one of the guards growl as he opened the door of his cell. Hex stood up and stretched.
"Get over here."
The guard pulled him by his clothes and dragged him out of the cell. Hex didn't resist nor showed any displeasure on his face.
He descended the steep ladder on the side of the wall and joined the others in the middle of the hall. Hex noticed that all the prisoners looked well-fed and relaxed. Some even cracked jokes with each other.
'They expect to be used as labor. They don't know what their fate will be.' Hex almost sighed but then thought further. 'Ah…even I don't know what they are used for. But I doubt it will be something pleasant.'
The guard barked at them but so far they restrained from using force on them. Hex didn't think it came out of the goodness of their hearts. Rather, they treated the prisoners as vulnerable valuables. They feared damaging the goods.