With not much else to do but kick up dirt, Avery glanced out his very tiny and pitiful window, covered with iron bars. Even without the bars, it's not like he could escape, for the passage was way too small. A bit heart broken, Avery put his hands to his face...and realized that he was still clinging onto one of his tomes with one of his hands. He gasped, dropping the book before him. Had he held the book that whole time? Nevertheless, it would at least help pass to the time and keep his mind off of other things. Avery didn't plan to use it escape, knowing that would get him into further trouble. Being the bookworm he is, Avery read the tome for quite awhile, before he realized he was the only one down here who wasn't a skeleton and started feeling uneasy again. These few days in the dungeon were going to be tough on his lonesome.