Kargek's head lolled as he sat propped against the back wall of the cool basement in Borgata Coatl's storage building, the man trying to fight for consciousness as chains weighed heavily upon his ankles and left wrist. He had spent hours trying to work at them, aiming to slip his constrained wrist free so he could perhaps reach just a little further to the shelves that were lining the other walls. He had grown tired though--it had been perhaps a day or more since he had been captured and time slipped past differently when there was no sun or moon, just darkness.
It was probably a good thing the man fought to stay awake, combating his concussion, though he was perhaps in the clear by now. Closing his brown and hazel eyes for just a moment he drifted for what felt like hours though only minutes had passed before he jerked himself awake again. When would they be back for him? Would they not want to speak, to bring him medicine? The Redblade bared his teeth in annoyance but felt too weak to continue the angry facade and instead rested his head back against the wall again. “Water,” he demanded gruffly in a raspy voice, clearing his throat to try again. “Water!” Came the stronger command that echoed off of the walls. Hopefully they would come to these calls.