Holy Empire's capital: After the battle.
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The banging of chains and the screams of people echoed in the dark and deep underground prison where the most evil are kept away, waiting for their death or freedom. There were jail-like rooms, some full of people, while some only had one person each.
In the very end of the hall, there sat a man with light brown hair. He was sitting on the ground while looking at the small window that is guarded by a steel bar.
The moon was bright that night; the entire room was bright. The room the man was in had a bed, a table, and it also had curtains to cover itself.
It's only natural to treat a former Duke with this kind of hospitality, even though he's a criminal; a noble is still a noble.
