Jabidas opens his eyes or at least trys after wiping away the dried and flaky blood that crusted them closed with his saliva he lies on the ground happy to be breathing. The cell is small with a wooden plank for a bed and a bucket in the corner a high window above him lets in some light through old iron bars. He gathers himself into a ball attempting to say small in the corner bones tired just huddled there listening to broken screams in the distance and the pounding on his brain trying to work some feeling back into a mouth of ashes.
The sorcerer cant feel is power and realises the icy band around his neck is stopping him from destroying this dank place. Watching the dust swirl in the light ahead of him meditating he begins to coughs a wrethed wracking sound unsure of what to do next, Jabidas glances his around his cell his equipment remains, what could a sorcerer with no power do anyway he supposes. Looking through the door the golems are probably under orders to tear him apart if he leaves that way the window above, no that isnt going to happen but the choice is maid for him as the door opens before him. An old man walks it looks as ifhis head is driven into his shoulders like a door wedge bent under his duty appears, his skin streached tight across his face , no spare flesh there cracks visible where the wrinkles should be frame dark eyes and tight lips neither show any expression. The old man stays standing looking into the eyes of Jabidas as he looks back. Neither brake gaze and they seem set to stay there for a long time until the sorcerer decides better survival than stupid pride and lowers his eyes, just come closer fool runs through his mind.
The old man complys and begins to speak opening his mouth revealing small yellow teeth, Jabidas smiles as he throws his knife it punches out the back of his neck. The sorcerer gets up as the old man totters about gasping and catching teeth now red and drags him out the door hoping the golems have some sort of conflicting commands that will confuse them and his luck holds out long enough to get the dying man around the corner.
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