[@Dezuel][@PrinceAlexus]


[color=goldenrod][u][h2]Aliseth[/h2][/u][/COLOR][hr][COLOR=#C0C0C0]Town Jail[/COLOR]
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His armor scuffed and heavy boots clicked with every step across the hard prison floor. His shoulders slouched and posture slackened with every pace further away from the prince and princess.
His demeanour transformed, rigidity and royal etiquette vanishing with every stride towards the iron cell.

A faint shiver ran up his spine causing an involuntary wriggle as the effects of passing the threshold grabbed him. The anti-magic enchantment making itself known, but Aliseth was a warrior not a mage. 

[color=goldenrod]"Well well well, who do we have in here?"[/color] He chimes aloud, an amused curious grin on his face and in his voice. He made no attempt to put his removed gauntlet back on, instead disposing of it on a nearby table as he casually passed. 

It was his first time in the prison but already he moved as if he owned the place. Acting with all the confidence and comfortability one might have in their own home. His eyes took in the room, the walls, the broken cracker on the floor, the furnishings, the roof, the cell and finally... the prisoner.

[i]'Tap'    'tap'    'tap'[/i] He starts to pace along the cage, bare fingers gently slapping along the bars.
[color=goldenrod]"Tell me, what sort of crime grants a criminal an audience with the prince? Or is it not the status of the crime but the criminal?"[/color] He inquires playfully.