One by one magical lamps flickered and went off. The guards immediately grew suspicious; the magic in this tower was strong due to the Archmagister in charge. He wove many spells into growing this tree, the dispel that was put upon the Tower had an unprecedented effect that the the Twin Lanterns never anticipated. The tower began to tear itself asunder. Parts of the great Tower began to shrink, breaking away and crunching to pieces not bigger than a few inches. Inside pandemonium ensued. The guards began to panic and soon all, but one left. He was the newest addition and he had not yet been hardened to the rough life of lording over slaves. The young Dumner frantically walked to the cell door and unlocked it before running out. Following suit were the four slaves and they experienced freedom for the first time in a long while. All they had left of their "glorious" were scars and the iron braces attached to their wrists. 

The slaves turned to the direction of yelling. Afraid of that the screams came from angry Telvanni slave masters they took off. Together they ran into the fields behind them hoping to make it to the thick jungle before anything befell them. 

Now they must fend for themselves in the jungle of the Telvanni isle.