Dante grunted as he got tossed into a cell rather roughly by the jailer. He thought he'd land on the hard stones but as he smacked up against the back of the cell he felt like he'd partially landed on a soft jelly-like cushion of some sort. Pulling away and shaking his head to clear the cobwebs from that landing, and raking hsi blue hair out of his green eyes he looked around the dark little cell. Then tugged at that collar, wanting to simply shapeshift his way to freedom; when it didn't come off and he couldn't seem to use his abilities he grunted again cursing in elven about it being an anti-magic collar or some sort. But his curiosity surfacing as he looked over the "soft cushion" he'd landed on a moment ago and reached out to touch it. "what is this...?"