"C'mon, let us out!" Magnus screeched. "We haven't done anything wrong." He added, a bit calmer. He then felt a dark aura behind him making him a little nervous.
He turned his head around, his hands leaving the bars. His crew was staring back him with menacing glares and shadows casted over their faces.
" I said I was so sorry." Magnus relayed, his voice going up an octave. The others ignored him, deciding to space out in the cramp cell. Magnus placed his hand back on the bars, tightly gripping them as defeat settled in his body.
The sound of heels approaching caught their attention, and Rani came into view. A batch of keys were in her hand, jiggling as she walked up to their cells. Her expression remained serious, not a single emotion portrayed on her eyes.
"I'm not going to ask what you're doing in Nimia, since that'll be redundant. However, we'll be holding you here till we call the navy." She explained, swinging the keys in their face.
