Grezra began counting rocks that the lifestock keeper's had thrown in for him. His cell was slowly becoming more non visible for him to see anyone as it was made from heavy metal alloys to keep him from seeping through or using his strength to get out. A magic barrier was put around it so that customer's may come to see the inside of his massive cell. Most customer's were terrified of his structure, they thought of him as a monster. He even acted a bit odd from being here for so long without much to talk to besides whatever creatures were beside his cell in less fortified cells. It was odd, sometimes he would even talk to himself in uneducated English from him being so alone when other's did not speak to him. He was in short terms, lonely, and didn't know how to express it due to the lifestock keepers cruel nature to whip what parts weren't slime for him to feel it.<br/><br/>You hurt. You were slowly becoming more dangerous to people, even with magic users. You just sought for someone to pet you and tell you 'you're alright, I'm here for you.' But yet, you see no one doing so besides the cold and terrifying hands of the lifestock keepers.