After two months of searching and scouring the town for Nathiel, Prince Tal decided to seek out more information on what happened on the day he almost got his prize. Deep in one of Prince Tals' dungeon in one of his t*****e chambers, many deadly instruments were displayed on a gray table, along with a washcloth. The floor was splattered with red liquid and green skin.
"You can't do this to me...", wailed a green demon imp, held with enchanted black chains that seemed to move on its own whenever he tried to wriggle free.
"I simply want to know where the general is. I sent you to gather intel and your intel is no good." Prince Tal said.
"But he was there...I watched the house. No one left. Only some kids came and that was it, I swear." The imp cried as Prince Tal carved deep into his ski
