Dank and dark, it's where prisoners are kept. Stone walls, hard floors, locks and chains.

Mazi was still unbroken and refusing to speak anything but insults. He taunted the closest man about his mother's reputation.

After a long week of listening to Mazi and his nastiness, the men ignored him.

"I shagged your mother twice for a halfpenny." Mazi taunted.

One of the knights finally spoke. "It wouldn't surprise me. I know nothing of my mother other than she was a whore in a bar."

"You are too, but I don't go for ugly women." Mazi said.

"Hell, for all I know, you're my father."

"Any of my offspring would be stronger and more handsome than you." Mazi said disgustedly. "You probably can't even swim."

"You're not that much to look at," the knight scoffed, ignoring the other knight telling him to knock it off. "And yes, I can swim very well."

"Doggy paddle doesn't count." Mazi scoffed. "I bet you've never bedded any women, not without a purse of gold and a sack over your head."

He curled his armored hands as best he could. He wished Lord DeVale had given them to leave to kill the evil creature.

"You probably don't even know how." Mazi laughed. "Bring my land woman down here and I'll show you."

"I say we run him through and say he was trying to escape."

"If I wanted to escape I would escape." Mazi lied.

"Uncivil heathen," the knight uttered and went back to his duties.

"Do you have a wife? A girl you're sweet on?" Mazi asked. "Maybe I'll slip out tonight and give her a visit."

"I told you not to engage with him."

Mazi began describing what he would do to the knights wife or girlfriend. It was not bring her flowers.

Thankfully neither of the knights had girlfriends or wives.  They were wed to their work.