Alvin Eagle Sword didn't need to be found; in fact, he was imprisoned in the dungeons of Little Riverheart Castle.
"My lord, this is the prisoner list of Little Riverheart Castle. Alvin Eagle Sword is in this cell," said Marcus, holding the dungeon list and locating the cell that confined Alvin.
The dungeon was dark, damp, and smelled foul, where prisoners on straw mats were snoring loudly in their sleep.
Marcus couldn't help but rap on the cell door with a stick, bellowing, "Get up, get up, no more sleep, Alvin Eagle Sword!"
"Why is today's meal so late?" Alvin grumbled as he got up and slowly made his way to the cell door.
Clad in tattered rags, his hair unkempt, his beard ragged, and heavy metal shackles on his hands and feet, it was obvious that he had been imprisoned in the dungeon for a lengthy period.
