"I think the boss guy might be more use, getting a believable tale to their boss, though I loathe to let someone bastardly that knew what they were doing go, I still think it will be necessary to do so." The guard leading the monk spoke seriously, her expression showing some concern but she kept it to herself for most part, and even the bit of concern that did show was being hidden behind a stoic mask of an expression for most part. Yet the effects of the attack showed, she was shaking a little, there were cuts in her armor, and like the guard captain outside, there was blood and bandages on her. It seemed nobody had walked away without at least some harm from all of it.<br/><br/>Nonetheless, their walk soon came to an end as she entered a section of the guardhouse with jailcells, leading him past the 4 larger cells with roughly 20 thugs in them, many in bad shape but bandaged briefly at least. At the end there were two separate rooms with thick iron doors, and the guard nod towards the first. "Knock twice when you want out, then step clear out of the way, just in case." She said seriously, and then moved to unlock the door.<br/><br/>Within, a black-haired man sat quietly, arms bound above his head to a metal ring, his arms tattooed with the image of a dragon devouring a village, tiny black shapes of people being dropped into its wide open jaw by a building it was apparently crushing between its talon-like claw above.