Point-of-View: Argent Stryker
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"How much further is it to his cell? You're not leading me on a wild goose chase, are you? I'll kill you if you are," I frowned suspiciously.
"N-no, I'm not! He's on the third level, it's just down this flight of stairs and not much further after that!" He shook his head in response.
"You better not be lying, or else...," I warned him.
"I-it's the truth, I swear!"
As we reached the bottom of the stairs, he led me towards a row of cells, making his way to the one at the very corner of the corridor. I glanced at the cells we passed through, to see people with dark looks in their eyes in each of them. If looks could kill...
They've all got collars around their necks and shackles around their wrists and ankles, but no chains connected to the shackles.
"What are those collars and shackles? Enslavement Magic Items?" I inquired with a frown.
