Horace finally stood up. The pain was excruciating, but he knew he couldn't stay here any longer. Despite that, he had one thing to do in the dungeon. Checking the cells, he saw his men who had been captured. Walking over there was a noticeable difference in how he usually moved, his arm sagging silently.
"Boss." One said in a quiet voice, his breathing laboured from the eating he had received previously.
"You will die here. I can't get...." Horace paused and scrunched his face. "I can't get you out." Despite what he said, Horace cut the restraints around their limbs. "It's your choice to leave." Horace left the cell and moved to the next, doing the same for the other who had been captured. The men slowly walked out of the cell and grabbed any small weapon they could use. Retaking their seats, they made it look like they were still captured.
