Sydney was bound at the time by his metallic hands, even if he possessed uncommon limbs it was still nearly impossible to break through by normal means and so he let it be, enjoying the travel and still making fun out of those who escorted him. The sounds of nature ringed in his ears as they also blind folded him; for reasons unknown perhaps they believed what rumours were said that a single glance could enchant those who look in his eyes. What nonsense but still amusing and to not dare to put such a rumour to the test was even more amusing indeed the fact that there are some superstitious guards that won't take a chance.<br/><br/>The carriage was uncomfortable to sit in as the bumps were hard on him, his arms and legs bound as well as blind folded screamed in his mind that something big was happening, something unexpected and that perhaps assistance was needed if he was called of all wrenched beings in existence. "Are we almost there guard?" He asked in a serious tone "I may need to piss..." A large smile suddenly sprouted from the corners of his lips. Having enough of the silence he gave up after a while of annoyance but attaining no response of hatred or even a response.<br/><br/>A few miles later and the carriage came to the sounds of a town, the fact that the hoofs of the horses in front began to clang against the hardened ground whether it be concrete of hardened mud was yet to be decided but one thing was for sure, it was populated from the rocks that bounded at the carriageâ€™s jail cell. The people here must have hated magic to the point of causing brain damage as that was the main aim of their throw, but swiftly the two horsemen disburse the forming crowds and demanded them to stay away from the animal that was yet to be shown.<br/><br/>A few seconds later the travel ended to an abrupt halt, Sydney launched forwards due to the stop banging his head against the front bar "Son of a!!" But was quickly silenced by the yelling of the knight ordering the bound man to get out, "Flipping tin men...." Murmured the subject as he walked down the crackled wooden steps, like a leash they placed a collar around his neck and a chain connecting to his cuffs, one knight held a rod behind Sydney as to control his steps of either pushing him or pulling him.<br/><br/>The bound man growled at the prospect and sheer humiliation of this, still blind folded he had no idea where he was going. "Are you willing to take the veil from my eyes yet sir?" He asked in a sarcastic notion, still that smile shown as if attempting to be an innocent joke but then was quickly shoved forwards. The chains rattled as he moved with an upright posture like he was proud to be whom he was and that these men were not his masters but the only defence from stopping him from causing chaos.<br/><br/>Many eyes fell upon such a manâ€™s arrival, even if he was temporarily dark-eyed at the time he still looked in the direction of the low whispers, but like anything pushed them to the side. "Where are we going?!" He suddenly shouted in an outburst, however the sounds of wooden doors opening perked his interest for he knew the smell that resided inside, it was that scent that he hated the most, the scent of drunken louts and murky playing tables. "Ohh bloody Hell no...."<br/><br/>Lowering his head the knight pushed him forward as the front guard opened the wooden based door, walking inside the appearance of a bound man pushed the remaining customers on edge as others quickly ran out the back believing it bad luck to place sights on a Sanctioned. Raising his head he looked from one side to another with a gentle smile and a sensitive tone of voice "So, who's buying the first round?"