Deroc was not a happy Rosin. He had been handled roughly and placed in this room, which he really did not want to be in anyway. That stupid Nameless one... Oh he knew his name, he remembered it quite well, the look in his eyes when he had seen them...
Shaking his head Deroc tried very hard to make sure he hated that man more than feared him, but it was a pretty even feeling.
Moving to his bed, Deroc flopped on it, his shadowy wings flipping a bit as he huffed.
This was going to be a very, very sucky existance.
Better make the best of it...
