Graf
Explorer
Thromb takes his loaf and a half and sits down by the wall where the bars slide in. He swallows his cold hatred at being imprisoned and it sits like a rock in his belly.
He distracts himself by thinking about the lock and the bars. Maybe something hard to keep the bars from sliding back into position... Keep the lock from fasening properly...
He distracts himself by thinking about the lock and the bars. Maybe something hard to keep the bars from sliding back into position... Keep the lock from fasening properly...