Maurice found himself tightly bound along with Bryn, their hands and feet securely tied together, making them look helpless before their adversaries. They lay on the cold floor, illuminated by the flickering torchlight, whilst their opposing teammates devised their plan to retrieve the coveted gem on the other side of the dungeon.
"Corresponding portal? What nonsense are you spewing?" Bryn arched an eyebrow at his adversaries, displaying his confusion, and Maurice silently shook his head, feeling helpless in regards to Bryn's manner of speaking. For once, he hoped the vampire would learn to talk nicely to people, more calmly– but if he keeps speaking to the opposing team in this rude manner, there's a chance that they might get thrown into the abyss below.
"No welcome greetings?" Asked one of the opposing members, and Bryn's sarcastic scoff turned into a sneer.
"Well, hey there little shit!"
"We're not little shit!"