The young guardsman shrugs, looking nervously around before leading Brannon to a tent, and opening the back flap slightly. Inside you can see an equally young looking man, with greasy brown hair, wild eyes, and wearing a straightjacket that’s tethered to a post hammered into the ground. He is either staring right at you, or right through you .. it's hard to tell. A thin stream of drool seems to be leaking from one corner of his mouth, and you hear him mutter something that sounds like “My mind’s eye opens and all I see is blood”, before he starts to laugh hysterically.<br/><br/>Jurtz clears his throat nervously. "Listen, I got to go, or the Sergeant will skin me alive. If you're going down there, good luck."<br/><br/>- - - - -<br/><br/>As you pass by the prisoners, one comes forward. His eyes widen as he speaks in a whisper, his face jerking toward the guards. “Please… help me… I… I… did nothing!”<br/><br/>"You! Back away from the fence." One of the guards barks out a warning raising his weapon for emphasis, and the wretch does so, eyes imploring you for mercy. Sergeant Raynard seems entirely unconcerned and marches on past them.