A cold winterâ€™s day flew in from the far Northern Ice lands with bitter cold winds and thick puffy snow that fell gently on the stony grounds. A day where the fate of many lands would hang in the balance of such choices that would come to pass, these days of late were cursed with blood, war and the shedding of tears and flesh of loved ones who were lost in battle, their crimson blood feeding the cold blistering grounds that spread within the snows liquidly forms. A glint of armour flashed in the new suns awakening whilst a wooden door burst open, revealing a stout guardsman leading the way down a flight of granite stairs that were hardly taken care of. Following this guard, a man of stature and strength all told from the new moments he brought himself through the door, calm, collected and with manor, the echoes of the tight dark tunnels that continued to burrow deep bounced from wall to wall until the corridor stretched into a long based room filled with jail cells.<br/><br/>The roof seemed miles away from the sheer darkness of a place where criminals of all stature were held here to rot until the judges agreed upon a proper punishment, such trials would takes weeks perhaps months just to prolong judgment and make sure time and experience would sink into the convicted. The two continued down the path, much wider but slippery from blood splotches and saliva where the punishers would have their â€œgame timeâ€ with the prisoners, Alexander was unamused and remained silent until their destination was reached, his helm stayed upon his head and his weapons sheathed as expected with the shaken sounds of his armour thumping against the fragile floor, as if he would attempt to stomp out the tainted filth that littered his fine kingdom.<br/><br/>â€œMay want to look out for this one sir, heâ€™s an odd one, spooked maybe but itâ€™ll do him no justice in the end eh? Am I right sir?â€ The stout guards tone was common and some of his words were in a slur as if attempting to reach higher peeks in speak in those few seconds. â€œIndeedâ€ was the only response given, a strong voice but not needed for what was to come. As they past the jail cells the moaning of beaten and bullied prisoners began to fill, some were insane, chewing on the already rusty bars and hitting their heads on the blackened walls whilst others pleaded for freedom, some could have even convinced Alexander to release them if time and effort was put into it. I was not his place and the only goal he had looked for was the prisoner awaiting him down the hall.<br/><br/>A few minutes more and all was darkness apart from the glint of fire that shimmered at the end of the lengthy hall, the guard had already left informing Alexander of two more up ahead, why he did not stay, Alexander could not tell but that would not bother him. As he closed the distance his eyes fell upon a creature of both size and strength from the look of it, a pale white to the likes he had never seen in person. Demonic? He could not tell, his horns spoke otherwise but his attitude was in question, any demon would have attempted to struggle whilst this â€œcreatureâ€ was reported to cooperate to an extent. Alexanderâ€™s eyes examined him from afar whilst walking towards the two guards who â€œguarded himâ€.<br/><br/>â€œOi, how much you think we could get for this?â€ A man clad in uniform that matched the other, both more and less the same height but detectable in voice, one was low and the other.... Higher to put it simply, â€œDunno, 200? 250 maybe?â€ From what Alexander over heard it was the higher pitched guard, the left that wanted to sell the being, â€œHow about cooking it?â€ Alexander perked his brow, his steps closed in with thunderous pitch and his poise locked between the two, hands behind him, his helm looking down at the both of them and with a simple question the guards took their place in honourable standing â€œCooking whom? Gentlemen?â€ It was the lower pitched guard that tried to answer but was quickly silenced by the shove of his companion, â€œAs I thought, do not say such things again, or itâ€™s your station as guards lost, understood?â€ The both saluted with unison of â€œSir!â€<br/><br/>â€œThe prisoner?â€ Alexander's honey suckles eyes examined the creature further whilst he stood outside his jail cell, The higher pitched guard responded â€œNot a peep apart from a few comments, summing about his feet or his hands or summing.â€ Alexander approached the jail cell seeing the beast not in chains either and yet no incidences, â€œDo you speak?â€ The Knight questioned expecting a swift answer either by speech or movement.<br/>---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------<br/><br/><br/>Outside were wanted posters for men at arms, a call to those who would heed the kingâ€™s call and in return of course a reward, to meet at the Golemâ€™s Arms at dusk, an Inn of popularity for their services of food, drink and entertainment, singing for one and matched fights for another, bets were placed and winnings were taken from the bar.