Demetri Ducharme walked through the hallways and into a hall where there was a lecture currently happening. He closed the door quietly and stood at the back, checking the sun's position at the large window at the front, he calculated that there were only a few more minutes of the lesson before the apprentices could leave the lecture hall.
Demetri needed to talk to Proculeius Thersites, a good teacher and well sought out for his broad knowledge in poisons and magic. He was given the title of the Silent Killer as his poisons were so potent, they could kill with a drop. Apart from the intimidating name, once you get to know the man you would find that he is quite the conversationalist. He and Demetri had met on the battlefield when the Shan Ze Bandits were barely stopping some of the Soleis Village from slaughtering the rest of his coven.
He quietly walks up to Proculeius, where the latter was sorting through a thick wad of parchment decorated with ink.
"What are you here for, Demetri?"
He chuckled, folding his hands behind his back, "I was wondering if I could gather some information?"
Proculeius looks up at him, "What kind of information?"
"Anything to do with the most recent prisoner."
Procleuis looks at him, "You're curious about him too? I'm afraid that I do not have any. The chief has prohibited me and many others from seeing the prisoner and only allows that apprentice to tend to him."
Demetri was shocked it was rare for the Chief to take such an interest in an apprentice as well as a prisoner.
"You saw how he fought. It is quite a bit different from what we usually see is it not?"
"Quite, and he seemed to be quite proficient with weapons. He is not a normal man," Procleius looked at Demetri out of the corner of his eye, "Is he human?"
Demetri thought back to when he was observing the fight. Now he found the dulled down scent of [Favourite Smell] mingled with a slight smoky musky scent. There was really nothing much out of the ordinary; Demetri thought some more before stating, "I think he is either a magic wielder or maybe a fae of some sort. His eyes glowed unnaturally."
"I noticed that too."
The two left the lecture hall.
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[Name] was not staying in the cell anymore, his quarters if you could call it that, he was moved into the main sections of their massive dwelling. It was quite lonely, it reminded him of the apartment he was in when he was still [Name] from [Town].
The quarters were simple and plain. A bed in the middle of the room, and small windows with bars on the outside. He slowly laid down on the bed as to not hurt his wounds. [Name] groaned, he started crying.
He cried for roughly twenty minutes; it was not that much different from the many breakdowns he had throughout his life.
Voice quiet; he slowly started telling himself jokes so that he would start making himself feel better and just ignore the pain on his back, legs and arms. To [Name]'s surprise, it actually worked, it was an almost pleasant feeling of the slight burn to his wounds, it reminded [Name] that he was still alive. Not yet dead.
Gasping slightly, he felt the onslaught of his emotions catching up with him. His gaze blurred a bit and then cleared, [Name] had to stay down for quite some time before he was able to get up again.
His head had not let him get up, the pounding was now reduced to a mere throb and the ringing in his ears have all but gone. The residual feeling of sickness lingered; getting up from his bed, he pulled his shirt down and headed for the door.
When he opened the door, he was blocked by the serrated blades of a spear crossing in front of him.
"I am not trying to escape, I was just wondering if one of you guys could get the word out that I am really hungry?"
The guards made no motion, and [Name] would have thought them to be ignoring him if it wasn't for the guard on the left who made a slight motion with his hand and a little wispy robin made of magic flew out the guards right hand.
"Your request has been put through," said the guard on the right.
"Alright, thank you."
[Name] walked back into his room and paced around in his bedroom for a bit before summoning a pencil then using his magic to make the barred window a tiny bit more see-through so he could see outside. When he looked outside, he saw that, even though blurred, the beauty was still present, and was shining with splendour.
It had not been twenty minutes before harsh knocking sounded at the door. [Name] flinched and whooshed everything away before Castiel came in.
He looked suspiciously at [Name] who had his leg propped up and whistling a tune, carefree but with a glint in his [Eye Colour] eyes.
Castiel carried the tray over to [Name], he then went over and closed the door before leaning against the opposite wall, watching the other. They both stared at each other, one was sizing the other up whilst the other was just simply wondering when the other would leave so he could eat his food in peace.
The food was average looking, consisting of a small bowl of soup, a bowl of rice and some pickled vegetables. [Name] liked the simplicity and took a whiff of the food; it was quite enticing, [Name] was about to start eating before he noticed the lack of eating utensils.
"What's wrong with it? It's not poisoned."
[Name] chuckled, "I am not as suspicious as you might think I am. I am merely looking for eating utensils."
Castiel's eyes widened, "Oh- I am terribly-" before cutting himself, "No. Prisoners are not allowed any utensils in case they try to use it as a weapon."
"But, how am I supposed to eat?"
"With your hands like the mongrel you are."
"Hmm, did you say something? I just heard a mutt yapping," [Name] looked up, "If there is nothing more to say, please kindly leave. I want to enjoy my food in peace."
[Name] started sipping on the soup slowly, his actions clearly dismissing Castiel from the room. He huffed and left, slamming the door and leaving [Name] in silence.