They arrived at the dungeon deep underneath the castle; it was a lot deeper than the normal dungeons, void of any light.
Silva had to walk there with a torch, and so did Drake. They walked through the short, dark hallway until they made it to the door of the dungeon.
Inside were two people chained to the walls, Oliver and the prince. They looked weak and malnourished, even though they had been eating.
Silva knocked on the iron bars to draw their attention. They both tried to look up but were too weak to do so.
"Oliver, and what's his name. It's been a while since we have seen each other. I'm sure you must have been expecting me by now," Silva said.
"Cough, cough. Silva?" Oliver managed to ask. He looked up and saw Silva's face under the illumination of the torch.
"There is no need for talks or for sentiments. Normally, I would have made you sign a contract in service to me.
