Covered head to toe in a mix of thick leather and metal armor, with a helmet of thorns and a large mace able to slam through armor or give someone a very bad head wound
The figure stepped away from the book and looked at the team.
His helmet did not cover his face though, revealing scars and an eyepatch, but the man looked young. On his waist were another set of chains and cuffs, this time they looked more clean. Next to it was a leather pouch, seemingly holding something.
"More prisoners out of their cells? You people never learn huh?" He spoke with a young but croaky voice.
"Let's take your useless bodies back to your cells." The man reached into his pocket, and suddenly threw something at the team.
Caught by surprise, the two didn't manage to dodge in time, and the object wrapped around their legs, causing them to fall hard on the ground. But Oliver was still standing, able to block with his shield.
