"So now that you are a type three, you can choose what will happen to you. Of course this is a special privilege to you alone, there are some particular reasons why but I believe we both know them already." Listing in, Asmo was looking at himself using the mirror. "So you got the first choice, stay where you are and we will make you a type ten eventually. The next choice is go to your own cell where you can move around but in a tight space, or third go and meet others like you." Hearing about others like him, Asmo was cautious and weary of the prospect.
"Don't worry about being harmed, they will be in a cell near yours but not connected in any way. So you will be like the second choice but with people you can speak with, but you will be forced to train like them." Turning his head to stare into Eric's eyes, Asmo sent a questioning look to him. "The training is basic skills needed to survive as a type, as you are officially registered as. It will provide basic info to your situation, but you will be forced to complete it without quitting." Nodding his head, Asmo had determined eyes. He felt he could survive some training and he needed any piece of info he could get on his situation.
In his mind he felt assured in his escape using runic magic, they obviously didn't know about his runic skills with his fingers now free to move around. "Good, then sleep for now and you will be transported Tomorrow. When you get to the new place you will be free to move as you want but there will be a collar on your neck filled with explosives, try anything it's over then and there."