Tyr thanked them but none of them understood him, the lady that had looked at him with perversion that night kept her eyes on him.
She was surprised that he could move at all in this state, talk less of speaking, what was this willpower but this was Tyr knowing he couldn't show weakness or he would be devoured.
Orm rushed to his side to support his weight, Agnes looked at him with disinterest.
Orm had saved his life or he would have been killed the moment he walked into that door.
No, it was more accurate to say what she felt coming from him the day was what spared him.
This wasn't an ordinary boy but if he should die in the arena, it wouldn't make any difference what kind of boy he was.
The criminals in the other cells had done things that one could only hear in horror stories, they made Erik The Berserker look like a saint.