Lion Head Mesa peach pit

He's been a prisoner for a while by this point, but I'll be really vague!

A pit had been found outside of the palace, then dug out even further, before he was tossed inside. The walls were steep enough to keep him trapped; he learned this early on, but each night Drusk would struggle against those walls and try to scale them. This effectively made this natural jail cell deeper, or a little wider, but would not lead to resolution.

He was exhausted and, admittedly, afraid. The boy was filthy too; there were carcasses from his meals littering the pit, and a plinth had been structured along one edge for viewings and interrogations, which he refused to participate in.

For now, he paced. It was midday, the sun was beaming and he was openly panting. He sought the small lip of shadow cast by the stone edge to try and keep the sun from his face at the very least.