"Hungry... Hungry... Hungry... I'm so hungry... They never feed me, not enough. Never enough to stop the hunger. Always hungry."
The 'Traitor' muttered endlessly, his golden eyes focusing on nothing as he stared at a singular point on the ground, as he prattled on like a madman. His face was still the only thing visible in the light of the flaming mans fire, and while he could see the vague inky outline of a body hiding within the shadows it simply looked... wrong.
He couldn't pinpoint what was wrong about it, not exactly, but the shape he was seeing just felt like it was too big for this man. His face was gaunt and sickly, looking like he was on the verge of starvation, yet the shadows the flaming man could see were simply too bulbous. He also couldn't make out where his limbs were. The chains rattled with every move he made, but he couldn't see his hands in the dark.
