Judis had enemies in here, there was no doubt about it. And The Flayer was right. It was only a matter of time before he was killed. Whether as a guard, or a prisoner here. Stopping to listen to what the inmates had to say, he looked up at the Flayer. Eyeing him up and down, Judis did feel somewhat intimidated about being down here. Not specifically of any prisoner, but of all. Should he fight with one of the stronger prisoners, he'd be too weak to fight off the other prisoners which would seek to rid of Judis and his ways.<br/><br/>"I Assure all of you, I'm the highest officer you'll see come down here. Most of the cowards pay people like me to come down here" he declared, to Yrec. "To you, I am the boss. And be glad of that, because I have a conscience." he voiced. Really, he didn't know the warden, and didn't want to, but if the inmates felt that the warden just didn't care, they'd be less likely to mess up down here.<br/><br/>Judis came to state a point, and wasn't about to ramble off topic because it may lose impact. "I Assure you, Yrec, if I am given the order to seek you out, there wont be a chance for self defense" he declared, then looked at the more inmates gathering. Damnit. He hated spending too much time down here, because the more time you spend down here, the more attention you get.<br/><br/>"And for the record. I Don't kill guards. I Kill criminals, and scum" he told the Flayer, watching the crowds slowly growing. "And if you are one to keep track of such things, tell me, how much is the pot on me now?" he asked, looking from person to person. "You all want me dead, so how much is it?" he furthered, glimpsing around from inmate to inmate. It was a reminder of how many people had tried and failed to kill him down here, and worked as sort of a scare tactic.<br/><br/>Judis began walking to the higher levels, putting more distance between the lower inmates and himself. He cursed himself for allowing these people to distracting him, and keeping him down here this long.