DANGER TYPE 2 EXOTIC MONSTER

"Lord Glax!!!" 

That same afternoon, a familiar voice erupted in the fort's dungeon, rousing Glax and the others from a nap. They were huddled in a corner to use each other's body heat, because the cell was cold and damp. 

"Thersos! What are you doing here?" Glax was on his feet immediately. He was happy to hear the voice of an ally. He would be a hypocrite to deny that all his latest thoughts revolved around how to get out of here. He had simply been waiting for the jailer's return to attempt their escape.

  It was unthinkable to spend 30 days there, if just a few hours was maddening. He would then take Alexander and Zotikos to the capital, but he wouldn't be a second longer serving the sentence that an idiot with no strategic vision had decided, driven by a feeling of competitive jealousy.