The officer grimaced, rubbing his absolutely unwounded neck.
-Damn... I was hoping this thing would revive me longer and so save from your presence for at least a couple of hours.
Bannerlord grimaced again and tried to wipe his bloodied hands on the floor of the cage.
-I wonder what principle does this crap work on? Heal a mortally wounded creature in seconds... But you were stingy with using this technology on your ingloriously dead minions. Apparently, it eats a lot of energy in the process of work.
Bannerlord got to his feet and took a few steps to the side, feeling the metal lattice with his hand.
-Nothing can work just like that, and this thing is quite expensive to maintain, right? If you somehow make this device work... Well, I will be happy to chop off my wings and at the same time all other limbs only in the hope that it will make you pretty much spend on energy supply of your toy.
The feathered noble gently licked the bone blade, and then suddenly grinned at some of his thoughts.
-And when do you intend to feed me or what will happen if I refuse to eat food? Will this thing revive me after dying of hunger and thirst? Besides... Where can I relieve my natural needs - or is barbaric abomination ready to endure the stench of my prison, which in a couple of days will inevitably become a latrine?