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Meanwhile, Valdemar was taken to the dungeons of the city guard fort. To his possible surprise, the conditions in his solitary cell were not that bad; there was a bed and even a simple table with a stool, it was slightly cool, but not damp.
— Well, you're lucky that Her Highness is a kind-hearted person, — complained the guard on the other side of the prison bars. — In a just world, you would be sent to the gallows or under the guillotine for such disrespect. But what can you expect from barbarians...
— What are you saying, — interrupted another guard, who had just arrived, — you accuse him of being a barbarian and then suggest barbaric ways of punishment. Sir Carafa, — the guard opened the cell door, entered, placed a stack of paper and writing supplies on the table, — Her Highness Braheya Air el Sufir has decided on the form of punishment and the duration of your stay here. — Making sure that the prisoner was listening to him, he continued. — You must write, I quote: "I, Valdemar Carafa, son of the mighty Lord Shafir Carafa, a nobleman of the eleventh generation, apologize for the offense caused to a member of the imperial family, Airisufir, and henceforth undertake to monitor the manner of my speech, in accordance with the requirements of correctness, good manners, and nobility," exactly one thousand times on these sheets of paper. — The guard pointed to the stack he had brought earlier. — Her Highness insists that your handwriting be legible and neat, so I recommend that you take the task seriously, because otherwise you will have to rewrite everything from the beginning. As for the duration of your stay here, as soon as you complete the task, you will be released on the same day. Do you have any questions?

Well, then. Arets or Neyra can go with me, if it fits the role-playing. If they don't have any other plans and don't mind.