"I told you I don't know anything", Dark growled from behind steel bars.
The king, queen, Ewan and Tarot all stared back at him. As soon as word of this potential war had reached the ears of Eldergan, he quickly locked Darm up in the cellar below the royal residence, behind mana resistant bars of course. For good measure, Tarot increased the flow of mana to such a state that none of them could draw on their power at all.
That was, except for one person.
A man cloaked in a black robe and his face hidden by a black veil slowly made his way down the creaky wooden steps. Behind him, a chain tied across both of his ankles and a giant metal ball bounced, almost breaking the already unstable stairs.
Behind him, two elven guard sporting suits of shiny silver armour with a yellow crest pointed spears at his back. The mans hands slipped out from behind his robe, 7 pairs of handcuffs ran all the way up towards his elbows.
