In the evening they were taken to the castle where they were to be confined till they were sentenced punishments for their acts.

"You were asking about prince's castle." Saer said while walking with small steps in order to avoid falling, "Here it is."

Fierlo couldn't care less.

The castle looked like it would collapse even by heavy rain. Droplets of rain had carved lines on decomposing walls. Though the castle resembled to ruins from outside, the stableness inside changed their perception on strength of the castle.

Guards lead them to a dungeon which was freezing cold where rats roamed around and in every turn, cobwebs blocked their way. Their clamor and tramps echoed in the dark dungeon, the only source of light being the fire which a guard was holding.

Fierlo was shivering in cold. He feared they would die of hypothermia before it could be decided what was to be done with them.

Guards untied their hands, removed chains from their legs and pushed them inside the cell.

Floor was wet for some reason. Saer felt pity for those who had to spend their lives in there.

Then a heavy lock clicked from outside the door. A guard looked at them through the gap from where food was used to be served.

"You two are lucky to be in Pryeg." Guard said, "Other cities would have ordered your head by now, but you two will get a trial to defend yourselves."

None of them knew how effective it was going to be.

"Will it help?" Saer asked.

"Coins were not found with you so it will buy you some time." Guard said and closed the shaft.

From there, it was total darkness.

A while later, their eyes got adjusted with the light inside the room.

Still it was dark, but they could see each other. Recognizing faces was a tough job, regardless.

"You heard what might happen to us?" Fierlo bellowed, "Hanged, drawn and quartered. And congrats, you get to go with your sword."

"He was speaking about possibility." said Saer.

"Looks imminent to me."

Fierlo moved to the door, then kicked it.

The sound prolonged inside passage.

"Solid." Fierlo said.

"Stop doing it or they will tie us." Saer said by taking off his shoe.

He tore his shoe sole and took out something which resembled to a small shovel.

"This doesn’t light hope within me." Fierlo tapped stone walls.

"I had stolen this. Had to use it to believe it."

"You have escaped before?" Fierlo was astonished.

"Yes. And the remains the same."

"What else did you do when you were missing for years?" Fierlo questioned.

"Made enemies." Saer said, scraping mud from the corner of their cell.

"Saer, where will you dump the mud?"

Saer turned at him, "There will be none." He showed Fierlo mud on the tiny shovel disappear within seconds.

Fierlo smirked after watching Saer scrape the stone like mud. Once again the stone dissolved in air on the shovel.

"Watch the door." Saer commanded.

"Do I have to? Your gadget is not making any sound."

"Guards love scaring captives."

Fierlo them moved to the door with his ear pressed against the metal.

"Someone is coming here." Fierlo heard armor clattering.

Saer dropped his tool and sat on the corner when the guard watched in with a torch in his hand.

"You fatass. You will get burnt at stake. Fat people burn for long. We need to ensure entertainment out of you." Guard intimidated him.

Fierlo didn’t respond.

"Are you farting fear, cunt?" guard laughed.

"I guarantee I will entertain you, ser."

Guard let a hysterical laughter loose.

"You are entertaining me right now. No wonder why this sword obsessed freak walks with you." Guard said, closed shaft and went away.

"You handled it well." Saer said by continuing to dig.

"Shut your mouth. Keep digging." Fierlo was clearly not taking things lightly.