"Hey, keep it down! He can hear you".
"So what? It's the truth! He's not that pretty".
The cell contained about six people in general as they sat at each corners. It wasn't that spacious, neither was it congested. The only demarcation to Val's cell were the impenetrable steel rods. But basically, they were just a few feets away so it was like talking to a person seven steps away.
"Enough about him anyway, do you think it's happening today?" One amongst them asked.
"What is?" The one beside him asked as everyone of them stared back at the informer.
"Y'know? The waff the treacherous talked about?" The slave mentioned and they all went silent for a while, looking amongst themselves cluelessly.
Not all of them though, one amongst them kept to himself... With eyes so blue you would mistake it for the sky, he remained completely unbothered by their words, sitting at a dark corner away from them.
