Grian let out a quick breath as he swung open the door that led down to the brig. He shut it behind himself and walked down the steps, his boots clicking against the wood. Once he had made it to the bottom, he glanced around, quickly finding the sole occupied cell. He smirked, a subtle one at most, as he approached the cell.

"If it isn't prince Goodtimes! How has your stay been so far, hm? Oh, silly me, you can't even reply."

Grian snickered, his hands behind his back as he looked down at Scar. He hated how the man, despite being gagged and bound, looked unaffected.