What seemed like a lifetime later, the agony dulled. As the world came back into focus, Rix found himself on the ground with the lackey, two guards standing over them. One of them was Scarface.
"Five minutes and you're already making trouble, hey?" Scarface said to Rix. "Can't say I'm surprised. They don't teach much in the way of manners where you're from."
Rix opened his mouth to try and speak, but all he could manage was a weak cough. His head felt like it had been filed away from the inside.
"What's that?" asked Scarface, his voice mocking. "You want to know what happens to dregs who start fights in my prison? Well, I'm glad you asked. It really depends on the exact situation, you see."
