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Characters: Victor Gaines, Enhador, Regis Winfield
The journey to Idaniko was long and arduous. However, Victor and Regis were fortunate that they traveled together rather than separately. Enhador could be comforted by the thought that he would soon be surrounded by members of his own people. Perhaps it is homeland that he has been missing?
When the travelers arrived at their destination, they couldn't help but marvel at what they saw.
It was a truly amazing northern city; its walls were almost entirely made of ice. It was hard to believe how the wanderers managed to build such a thing in just a couple of years. All the travelers entered the city, and the wanderers welcomed each of them. They received food, water, and a small amount of money, which should have been enough for them to settle in the city.
However, after only a week, something happened to Victor and Regis... And they found themselves in a dungeon. They had no belongings, and instead of clothes, they wore tattered rags. Their hands and feet were chained, binding them to the walls. The dungeon was cold and damp, with only one tiny window. The prisoners also noticed that they were not alone. There was also a somewhat unkempt elf with long hair. In addition to ordinary chains on his legs, he wore heavy metal boots. Another prisoner was a fair-haired human man who was simply bound by chains.
The dungeon was not a very large stone room with a metal grate blocking the way to the stairs leading up. The lighting came only from that small window.
Meanwhile, Enhador woke up peacefully in his bed. Well, not exactly in his own bed; there still weren't enough places in the city for everyone, so Enhador, like several other wanderers, was placed in something resembling barracks: two people per room. However, it was more than comfortable and extremely clean. On the nightstand next to Enhador lay a letter: he hadn't seen it the evening before.
The journey to Idaniko was long and arduous. However, Victor and Regis were fortunate that they traveled together rather than separately. Enhador could be comforted by the thought that he would soon be surrounded by members of his own people. Perhaps it is homeland that he has been missing?
When the travelers arrived at their destination, they couldn't help but marvel at what they saw.
It was a truly amazing northern city; its walls were almost entirely made of ice. It was hard to believe how the wanderers managed to build such a thing in just a couple of years. All the travelers entered the city, and the wanderers welcomed each of them. They received food, water, and a small amount of money, which should have been enough for them to settle in the city.
However, after only a week, something happened to Victor and Regis... And they found themselves in a dungeon. They had no belongings, and instead of clothes, they wore tattered rags. Their hands and feet were chained, binding them to the walls. The dungeon was cold and damp, with only one tiny window. The prisoners also noticed that they were not alone. There was also a somewhat unkempt elf with long hair. In addition to ordinary chains on his legs, he wore heavy metal boots. Another prisoner was a fair-haired human man who was simply bound by chains.
The dungeon was not a very large stone room with a metal grate blocking the way to the stairs leading up. The lighting came only from that small window.
Meanwhile, Enhador woke up peacefully in his bed. Well, not exactly in his own bed; there still weren't enough places in the city for everyone, so Enhador, like several other wanderers, was placed in something resembling barracks: two people per room. However, it was more than comfortable and extremely clean. On the nightstand next to Enhador lay a letter: he hadn't seen it the evening before.
