Elyos leaned back against the cold stone wall, his gaze wandering across the barren, dimly lit chamber that had been his world since the tribunal.
There was nothing within it save for a single threadbare blanket thrown over a thin pile of straw — a mockery of a bed, and now, the cradle of his final night's rest.
His hand stood on the stony ground, taking more heed that he would have liked that it was awfully cold considering it was summer.
He smiled wryly, a dry, brittle chuckle escaping his lips, the sound swallowed by the oppressive silence.So this is where I shall sleep for the last time, he mused, the thought more amusing than tragic.
A fitting end, in its own way, for a man like him.
