The well-dressed nobility sat on the dungeon's seat. Well, his kidnappers had attempted to turn their cellar into a dungeon with two of three dungeons. Either way, the man was inside a damp, dimly lit and dirty room, clearly intended to contain him. Apparently, his disgusted reaction towards his ransom fee β 10,000 gold β was warranting of his current treatment, imprisoned in a cage like some common thief. In his eyes, 10,000 merely wasn't enough - it was insulting, and he had every right to express how offensive it was.
Edward sat, staring through the gaps between the bars, attempting to catch sight of anyoneto complain to, whine to β ramble to, even if they couldn't even comprehend his level of thoughts. Regardless, he decided to call out anyways, "Do you realise who I am? Locking up not just any Duke, but the Duke of Coventry without even the hospitality of giving him a book! Some form of stimuli for the brain?!" He called out, huffing afterwards and pulling his hat off of his head - his hands clenching into fists. "Oh for crying out loud, I know you were uncivilised, but come on!"