I woke up on my own in the dimness and stared blankly for a little while. With a just-woke-up head I lifted my gently bound hands and remembered I had been put in a cell. I rubbed my eyes, sat up, stretched, and yawned.
Hm… I hate to say it, but this is pretty comfortable. If I had actually been locked up as a criminal, though, it would probably be hell… terrifying.
There was no way to tell whether it was night or morning in the dim second-basement cell. I had handed over my Magic Bag too, so I could not check the time or how many hours I had slept.
As I started thinking about that I heard several sets of footsteps coming from farther in. I turned that way while still sitting on the bed. At the slow approaching steps I tilted my head, wondering who was walking over. The face that appeared was the captain who had guided me to the underground prison. When he confirmed I was awake he smiled in a troubled way and said,
"So you were up."
