Jezin had been sitting in his cell for a while now, staring down at the manacles around his wrists. Despite his best efforts, he had been unable to find a comfortable method of sitting on the glorified bail of hay in the corner of the room. He leaned his back against the stone wall, pondering over the fact that a knight of the Brass Hand, a sworn soldier of the Lyoki Empire, now sat locked in a cage. He wondered if this was a roundabout act of vengeance for Thomas. After all, he'd had him locked in a very similar cage the night before. He hadn't heard any sound from the cells down the hall, and imagined the two servants had fallen asleep. He doubted that they had managed to get any rest with all the commotion the night before. He was half right. Jorun had faded off into unconsciousness a few minutes before. Alia, however, laid on the bedroll in her cell glaring into the ceiling. After a while, he heard footsteps outside and the large door to the prison creaked open. Two people. "One more for the stockade, eh, Thomas?" The bodyguard smirked as he called through the door.