"Of course it's to cause trouble for those Snake-men!" The Dwarf's Big Beard bounced excitedly. "I get uncomfortable all over just thinking about those yellow snake eyes targeting my Dwarf comrades. Lynch, you'll support me, right?"
"Of course, why else would I be here with you?" Lynch said. "For the next few days, just rest well. Don't stir up trouble to avoid any more incidents."
So the two of them sat cross-legged in the cell, ignoring the noisy environment. They deliberately ignored the clamor from the drunken Dwarves in the adjacent cells.
There were many Dwarf guards coming and going, and their gazes would inadvertently linger on Morgan's cell, slowing down and then moving on. At first, Lynch thought they were just curious about him as a Mage, but after a few days, he began to grow suspicious of their observations. "Even if it's curiosity, it shouldn't last for three days, should it?" he thought, becoming more vigilant.
