*Clak*Clak*
"H-huh..?"
Ilyon woke up to a place plunged in darkness, save for the burning torch.
'Where am I?'
Ilyon found the place eerie and scary.
'How did I get here?'
His memories, fuzzy at first, cleared up soon after as he shook himself to awareness.
'That's right. In the tavern! Some b#stard knocked me out!'
This action alerted him, as he was unable to move his body.
'Huh?'
He struggled and retired, yet the result was the same.
Staring closely at his body, his blurred vision cleared up to reveal something Ilyon would've rather not seen.
For starters, his arm, and the stump in place of the other one, were pinned down by two spiked metal circlets, well, half of it, onto a metal chair.
Same with his legs.
Tilting his head from side to side to make out where he could be, a door, surely metal, Ilyon deduced from the sound, opened.
From it came a short man, garbed with a short coat and pants, with a tall hat to top it off.
"Hey! Who are you? Where am I?!"
