"His blade," Gavlin said to one of the nearby guardsmen. The man rushed to comply, removing Oliver's sword belt, and the weapon along with it.
He spared Oliver a brief look, and then gave his final order, as he handed him off to the guards. "To the cells. Treat him well. He is not a charged criminal – he is awaiting trial, and should be treated as such."
With the clang of chains, and hundreds of staring eyes, Oliver was escorted out of the Yellow Castle, across the Academy grounds, and towards the holding cell deep underneath the main gate.
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Dungeons are not the most pleasant of places. One would have hoped that the dungeons of a school, or an Academy, would be an exception to that rule. They were not. They were just as grimy as the holding cells in towns, and in cities.
