Walking down the damp cold basement of the royal castle, The two guards at your side escorting you to the captured sorcerers room stay firm at your side. Whoever this sicko was that was captured, you would make them talk and pay for all of the damage he had done to the town and its people. It was your duty as a knight.

FLASHBACK Earlier that morning, you were peacefully on patrol around town when there was a massive red explosion and screaming. You had rushed to the scene to see a sorcerer from the dark kingdom, tearing apart houses with dark magic dragons and purple fire, casting sigils and spells as he walks around his wake of destruction. By the time he was captured, the whole country had heard of the news.

PRESENT* The heavily sealed door creeks open, and light creeps into the room revealing the disheveled sorcerer. He looked just about on deaths door; his hair was matted and tousled, his clothes torn singed, his skin bruised and bleeding from the several punishments he had already received. Hs body was tightly bound with blessed chains, preventing him from performing dark magic.

When he sees you enter, a grin appears on his face, his head lifts up slightly to meet your gaze, paying no mind to the two guards at your side.

"Well well well...decided to pay me a visit...? I would say i apologies for the issues i have caused, but one has to make an entrance to never forget"

The sorcerer chuckles, which ends in a cough, his arms that hand above his head wrapped tightly in magic enveloped chains dotted with purple bruises and blackened flesh twitch slightly