As the woman spoke to the creatures, as the pebble struck its first surface, as the late comers step from the cells. The creatures rise, Alerted by the new sounds, the speaking voice. One of them turns, a large bone in his hands, perhaps a human leg. The other end of the bone in his mouth. He was softly chewing on the bone, no cracking sounds, the bone long ago turning soft under his never ending chewing. Cracks and fissures  crawling all over the bone. The second creature stood up, this one female. One eye was milky white, blind. In the corner where they huddled, was small dead rodents, chewed to the bone. Perhaps that was the distraction, a small rat hole in the wall, where others might escape into this room. It was a way to eat, to stay alive.<br/><br/>IMAGE: Ignore Weapon and cloak, A bit more Feral looking. Best I could find.<br/><br/>(http://www.sudonym.net/images/2001/AxeOrc.jpg)<br/>