"I see you have decided to finally wake up." A familiar voice came from that same dark passage the female sorceress had disappeared to.
Rhol lifted his head, wanting his tattoos to sought out whatever malevolence that was hiding in there but there wasn't even a ripple from them. He frowned and looked down at himself.
"Oh!" The voice exclaimed and Rhol heard boots knocking on the stone floor. "I am sorry that it will not be possible for you to use any of your abilities namely your tattoos, your disappearing act, your fast healing ability, your braid--in conclusion, you are useless in here."
Rhol was feeling a little different. The shackles weren't the only things enchanted, the entire place was! Well, his escaping plan just got a little complicated.
"Show yourself, you walking corpse."
