"Is this fellow a Gongerot beast?"

"Is he dead or alive? Why is there no breath?" In a dark and humid space, I saw a curious and loud voice asking.

His voice was full of the gypsy language. Looking closely at the man, he was tall and tall, standing bravely with his back bare.

There was a terrible totem tattooed on his right arm. His bloodthirsty eyes, like wolves, were looking at the prison in front of him blinkingly.

Across him stood another fierce man about his height, with the same majesty and bare furry chest.

"He's alive"

"He's a Gonggro beast that Count Roger himself caught back." Just listen...