"So, where are the Dark Elves?" Leon asked, his voice calm and unreadable as he glanced at Jennifer.
"At the end of the hall," she replied quietly, continuing forward.
As they walked deeper into the corridor, faint voices echoed from the end. The sound grew clearer with each step.
Suddenly, Leon spotted Fruela clinging tightly to another dark elf woman through the iron bars of a cell. The girl wore the same rice sack outfit Fruela had been given, when she met Leon.
"When they came in," Leon asked, his brows furrowed, "were they all dressed like that, Jennifer ?"
"N-No Sir," Jennifer replied, glancing nervously at him. "Their original clothes are in the dressing room upstairs, but Mr. Richard didn't allow them to keep anything enchanted.
They were stripped of all belongings—rings, necklaces, even nose rings and their clothes, since they were all enchanted with magic."
"I see..." Leon ordered flatly. "Open the lock then."
