Malkor had finished training for the moment, as he walked over to the weapon rack, wood cracked and snapped as he stepped on the remains of the discarded shields. He hung up his blade and wiped his forehead with the back of his hand, as he had worked up a slight sweat while training. He then lumbered his way over to the entrance to the dungeon. Percival had offered him better accommodations, but the orc had refused them. He knew that would be the first step in Percival's plan to make Malkor a puppet. He would lure you in with luxuries and empty promises, and after that he manipulated you based on your dreams, your fears, your pride, anything to get what he wanted from you.Besides, he perfered the dungeons, very rarely were people down there, so it was a perfect spot to get away.<br/><br/>He opened the door and stepped in, ducking down to avoid hitting his forehead, to see the human and the gargoyle speaking, the gargoyle was laughing about something. it was none of his buisness, as long as they kept their affairs to themselves, he would keep his to himself. He looked at the both of them as he walked over to a wooden door with bars in the window. When he  made eye contact with the human, he gave his head a curt nod, he then opened the door and ducked inside the room before closing the door. He sat on the bed and removed his armor, He was going to need his rest for the fight tomorrow. He would pinch out the small candle lit on a box next to his bed before lulling off into a dreamless slumber.