Roth couldn't begin to imagine how tedious it would be to be trapped in such a place for an indeterminate amount of time. He was quite adept at reminiscing and conjuring tableaux in his imagination, but there was surely only so long that would last. It was a wonder the poor boy hadn't resorted to doing himself serious harm.
"Ah you're up. We have a few minutes, I think, before he returns. I've brought you a gift, but I can't say whether it will survive the journey as well as that rock did." He held the tiny mouse up by it's tail so that Bole could see it. "It's just a little drugged, so it would be quiet on the trip."