Chapter 11: Imprisonment
All in all, Selmas thinks, prison isn’t too bad.
The looks that he had received as he was marched through the village were a little painful, and the speech that the Chieftain gave as she locked him up was probably unnecessary, but Selmas supposed that it was part of the act, and they wanted to make the act believable, after all.
And then it was just him, in a tiny room without windows. There were small, circular holes punched in the ceiling to let light filter in, but they did not lead to any chance of escape. The door was guarded, and Selmas didn’t nearly have the strength to kick through the fortified walls. If he was a Warrior, he might have, but these cells were specifically built to hold Warriors, in the rare event that one needed to be captive.
He sighs. With the way that things are going, there might be a need for more cells, soon.