[ the initial arrival shook Naib to his core. the sudden blackness and suffocation sensation of everything almost triggering an episode, breath heavy even as he was dragged out and collapsed on the ground. most of it was a blur as he was given the tunic and forced to dress.

though he put up a bit of a fight at first, he had to bite his tongue and simply glare back in turn as he was pulled along by the iron shackles. even if Naib was capable of putting up a fight, Gurkhas weren't well known for their physical strength- always better in numbers so his chances of escaping this solo was slim to none. no, he would have to bide his time for an opportunity to sneak out.

so, for now, he had no chance but to go along with it, even as he's pushed into a cell and looks to any potential cellmates or neighbors beside him. a hand ruffles his own tied up brown hair in annoyance, huffing a breath and wishes he still had his hoodie to pull the hood over his head for sake of privacy. however, comfort aside he knows he has to learn what he can of the situation than sulk in the corner. ] I take that you also got summoned by those bastards and stuffed in here?

[ either these people were in the same boat as him or just unlucky to be stuffed here for other reasons. if there's even a chance they were dragged in here like him, then he'll want to know. ]

[ color Naib a little surprised at how good the food is. given his past experiences as an ex-soldier and a now retired Mercenary, he's had some not so pleasant food on the road. which cannot be helped during a war- one cannot afford to be picky with what they eat. he took and ate whatever he was fortunate to get his hands on.

and now, he won't let the food go to waste. even if it has a chance of being poisonous, it's better to test those odds than go without eating and lose his strength. the meat is easily devoured, a piece of his bun hanging from his mouth as he passes any other prisoners nearby that seems to still be hungry a glance.

the Mercenary debates for a moment, before he quietly slides his dish over with his untouched salad. sorry if you were hoping for some extra meat or bread from the man, but at least it's something? ] You can have the rest of my food if you want. M'not that hungry.

[ as the time goes on, Naib continues to keep to himself. though he offers some commentary to any fellow prisoners, he barely casts any attention to those newcomers so graciously welcomed that have found their way here to visit the dungeons. it is not his business whether his cellmates or others respond in kind to their curiosity.

however, the moment their attention seems to settle on him does he finally offer words in a rough and almost gruff voice. ] You shouldn't be here.

[ already he can tell the differences between him and the person lingering on the other side of his cell. even if he keeps his face propped on a palm, eyes remaining closed to not spare their visitor a glance. ] Whatever you're looking for, you won't find it here.

[ despite the words, he holds no harshness and poison to any curious visitors. even if rumors may suggest they may have been the reason why he and others are locked up.. it is the mages that have thrown him in here, not them. so he holds no animosity, no frustrations or anger. instead, he tries to keep his composure while he thinks of what he can do to get out of here. ]

[ this is the option to just throw anything my way! i can wing most scenarios. or feel free to pm this journal if you wanna hash something out. ]