Everyday a guard of unknown identity passes by the cell and delivers poor quality food, borderline rubbish to cerurle, yet they never deliver a small plate for the ylian who shares the cell with him for whatever reason... Despite the amount of food being so little, cerurle rips some of the guessed-to-be kikiri meat and tosses it over onto the ylian's lap. He assumes the ylian is eating it, for every time he awakens the meat is gone. Days continue to pass, just like this, until...
The cell door creaks open once more.
Chapter two.
The door is opened by the familiar kran guard clad in armor, who steps in and looks around, almost ignoring cerurle completely as he motions for two other guards to follow him into the now cramped cell.
"Here is where its coming from... Get 'em out of 'ere!"
The kran guard glances at the ylian before turning and walking out of the cell, the two other guards who followed him reach down and lift the ylian up and drag him limply out of the cell before slamming it shut behind them. Cerurle blinks in surprise as to what the guards were talking about, but he dismissed the thought quickly, and began to wonder why he even cared...
More days passed just like before, but this time, cerurle was alone, and had no one to talk to, so he spoke aloud to himself in an undertone. An irritated guard occasionally stopped by and beat against the cell door with his club trying to rattle cerurle and shut him up.
Cerurle laid asleep on the splintered bench in his cell, awakened by rats running around on the floor, he tiredly sits up and looks around for a minute, then something catches his ear... footsteps, no not one pair from the night patrol, rather, three, no... four!... Four footsteps, and they were getting louder. Cerurle rose from the bench and stepped up closer to the cell door to look outside of his cell.
The iron door whipped open and threw cerurle onto his back. Two hooded and darkly dressed men stepped in and laid hold of cerurle by his shoulders and lifted him to his feet. Cerurle looked around, and his eyes finally rested upon a small man dressed in a torn crimson robe with a steel helm covering his head. The small man looked back up to Cerurle as well and let out an echoed chuckle.
"So this, is him..."
The small man turned and walked out of the cell, the two darkly dressed men with cerurle pushed him forward out of the cell, and kept their tightly gripped hands on his shoulders, forcing him to walk with them behind the short one. Cerurle was puzzled, without doubt, this person was short as a dwarf, but was not as around like the rest, he was more build like a ylian.
Two iron clad guards walked ahead of the short man as they turned a corner which led to a dead in, with a single door at the end of the hall. One of the iron clad guards opened the door and allowed the others to step through.
Inside, was a dark room, too dark to see anything but unlit torches hanging from the walls... The robed dwarf like one stepped forward and turned to face cerurle who was still being held firmly by the two darkly robed men. The dwarf clapped his hands together and the torches lit up with a glorious flame.
Cerurle winced at the brightness for he had gotten used to the dark, but upon adjusting, he looked around, his eyes widened, the walls were adorned with mounted tools and weapons, bloodied hooks, daggers, swords, knives, and nails hung from the walls all around... In the center of the room, was a white blood stained tarp covering a table, and int he far corner of the room, a rusted gibbet hung.
The dwarf chuckled and walked over to the tarp covered table and removed the tarp with one hand, revealing a blood stained stretching rack, which looks as if it had been used recently... The dwarf threw the tarp over to the side and turned to face cerurle, he put his hands on the side of his steel helm and slowly lifted his helmet off his head, revealing a burnt, almost skinless face with no lips; bone showing through here and there.
"Welcome... to my home, Cerurle.... You are the guest of honor!"
The skull faced dwarf cackled with laughter and the two darkly robed men forced cerurle to walk slowly towards the rack...
