Divine Journey

Hostor, barely suppressing a tremor of excitement, sat silently in the corner of his cell.
Damn it. Damn it! DAMN IT! What is this place? How did I get here? The Dungeon? Damn it, how did I get here?! To cast stunning spells, you need to see your targets! We were standing by the door, and Morgan was blocking the view from the window. What the hell...
The man in the cell opposite approached his cell door, bent the bars, and climbed out into the corridor. Redram smirked nervously at the sight of the one-eyed man.
Oh, hell. And this seems to be one of those who were in the team that fought the hydra. And he's apparently calling his friends. Ha-ha. I don't remember any fight between us or anything. Very funny!
While Hostor was thinking, the one-eyed man returned to his cell, and a few moments later, a strange procession appeared. Strange people walked along the bars, counting the prisoners and...threatening them? Hell! What's going on?! From the words of the man with the staff, Hostor was only sure that Siegfried and Morgan might also be here. When the procession returned to some exit from the corridor, they seemed to pull someone out of a cell. "Someone" started screaming, and the mage recognized the voice of the innkeeper. But what does he have to do with it?! The man called for help, but after the sound of a heavy blow, the screams stopped, and the procession left. Redram shivered. Does this threaten all of us? Not on your life, you bastards! You won't shut me up so easily.

- The slightest hint - captured by a nix sorcerer. Happy?

The voice from the bars opposite brought Hostor back to reality - the mage was thinking about how to escape or how to roast those who would come for him.
- This is not a nix. He has eyebrows. Besides, he called the nix a "dungeon dweller." I thought they had more respect for their own.