Kaden's pleas grew louder and more desperate as they gained no response from Lord Octa.  "Please, my lord! My father sent me! Lord Tobler! Please! Please, I've committed no crime against you!"  Panic was beginning to set in and he struggled now against the dread knight, but the armored hand clasping the chain only pulled him ahead, then down a poorly-lit claustrophobic spiral staircase.

The four shackled captives were unceremoniously herded into a dirty cell, empty save for the skeletal remnants of a long-forgotten prisoner. 

"Please..." the young lordling said, quieter now, as if he could not quite believe this was happening.  

When the door clanged shut, he put his back to the cold stone and slid to the floor, not looking at the other prisoners... those criminals.  And especially not looking at the skeleton still shackled to the wall.  He closed his eyes, burrowing his head down into his shackled hands as if he could shut out everything.   [i]When my father hears of this, he will declare war on Octa![/i]


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