Weirdly revitalized and calmed down, Eisen made his way to a certain part of his castle. The underground prison. Ambriel was still in there, practically wasting away since they simply didn't want to speak to matter what they did to them.
But Eisen got another idea now. The prison keeper, or rather torturer, quickly followed Eisen as he approached the cell. However, the old man shook his head and held up his hand up to stop the Guardian from coming with him, "No. I'll call you if I need you." Eisen said in a blunt tone. The Guardian slowly nodded their head and returned back to their station without a moment's hesitation.
Eisen opened the door to Ambriel's cell and stepped inside, closing the door behind him again. Once there, the old man waved his hand to the side. What he created was a simple metal-framed chair that he quickly sat down on with his legs crossed.
