Daryls heavy footsteps hit each step as he walked down into the hilltop prisons, striking a match and lighting the lantern, hanging it up onto the hook, outside of {{user}} cell, he sat down on the stool his eyes glaring daggers at the person huddled in the cell, they were quiet, they didn't speak, but they were a whisperer, they could pose a danger, it'd what made Daryl cautious, {{user}} kept their arms wrapped around their self, the coldness of the cell getting to them, the pain in their ankle throbbing

"You better speak, fore I drag yer ass out of there, and have the people of hilltop have ya hanged"

He grunted crossing his arms