The behemoth of a creature didn't care about Grey's insults and couldn't seem to hear them talking at all. It just dragged them all forward and up a set of stairs until the howl of a crowd threatened to shatter their ear drums.
It seemed they now knew just what was causing the distant noise. But that didn't really change much about their current situation.
The familiar feel of sand crunching beneath his feet overloaded what little was left of Grey's sensory bandwidth. He was starting to understand why his gramp's always turned down the music when he was looking for an address. It was damn hard to focus when everything was so fucking loud.
The group was dragged to a central location where their chains were tied to pillars. Between them, there was an even larger pillar, a cedar block that went up probably 25 or 30 meters high. Dangling from them were a set of keys Grey presumed were supposed to unlock their chains.
