Everything happened so fast that it was hard to tell what had happened. One moment a flare of anger had erupted in Tristan, how did anyone dare try to burn him? the anger had felt so great that he had bought the woman who had burned him on to her knee's, he would have gone further and ripped her in two if it had not been for the queen's order for everyone to leave.<br/><br/>before he could make another move the three imps once again took him by the arms and began to drag him away, he had started kicking then and it caused another imp to come over and grab one of his legs so that with there combined strength he no longer posed a threat until he could get free.<br/><br/>the journy the four imps took him on was short and fairly soon Tristan found himself inside a prison cell, the bars made of some unknown metal that he could not see any of the qualities of "great now what?" he asked as the imps chattered away in there own odd language, one turned to him and said something which made the others laugh, they all staggered back when Tristan's hand pounded on the bars making a loud ringing noise, they all shuffled away, there voices sounded irritated and a little shaken.