It was a normal day in the dungeons for Travis, he was standing outside of the cells holding his dagger. He had an annoyed look on his face as he pushed his blonde hair out of his olive skinned face, his red eye full of annoyance as his glassy pale blue eye was empty and blank. He pulled the hood of his cultist cloak down a bit more, shadowing his face. The fingers of his right hand was wrapped around a sharp dagger that rested at his side, his eyes darting back and forth to scan the dim area.