Being forced into a thick mana canceling straitjacket, wrapped in mana canceling chains, mana canceling accessories like earrings, piercing, and cuffs put on your limbs. You are exported inside of a carriage out of the city past the barriers of the nation, and then thrown out into a forest.

Sprawled on the ground, you were allowed you to keep your weapon. It wasn't anything extraordinary, but it looked good and since you used your magic on it every now and then it was empowered with your will to some extent. You somehow eventually get to your feet after some time and you begin walking through the forest.

You walked and walked until in the corner of your eye you saw a particularly vibrant haired person, just in what you would consider native clothing, skinned leather, tanned cloth, and whatnot. You approached the white haired person who was in a predicament with a beast, but you handled it rather easily despite your circumstances.

But skipping the specifics, you accidentally traded your sword with the person. You didn’t really mean to do it, but they thought you did so they took it. They aided you, dragging you along one of the straps of the straitjacket to a village of similarly looking people. you notice that this is an elf village, but even rare that it is a native land group of elves.

That means that they were not as preppy or egotistical as city elves or noble elves. (imagine the native Americans before Christopher Columbus and his gang murdered them all.)

The elf brings you in and called a couple of people towards themselves and they speak in their native tongue about what you assumed would be how you helped them against the monster and how you even gave the person your sword. They make sounds and nod and look at you with a pleasant or even respectful look. they all bring you to a tent as they allow you to sit down on a rug. As more and more begin to gather around you it seems that they are preparing a type of magic to unseal you from your restraint..