Nowaru

The head of the guard listened very attentively to Rumke's story. Or at least pretended to. "Subordination, whether it's magic or not, is when one person follows the orders of another." Raimar smiled slyly. "Do you understand what I mean?"

Not really, to be honest. So, this fellow who called himself Druagruon Chestfal applied very dark magic to me – a spell of subjugation. If he had succeeded, I would have carried out all his commands. I was lucky, and my mental resilience turned out to be higher. The strongest water spell that I know couldn't stop him. I really didn't want to be controlled, and I didn't want to put my mind through that again, so I tried to freeze him. Unfortunately, I overdid it. Instead of just turning him into an ice sculpture, I shattered it.
I would like to note, Master Raimar, that I am aware of my transgression and did not try to hide or attack the guards with magic.
If the point is that I repeated the story several times, then it's just for role-playing purposes, but it won't change anything. In a real story, there would be mistakes and inconsistencies, but in a printed version, nothing will change.