"Get these bloody things off me," he said again, feeling his throat too dry to make any more sounds.

The figure moved closer to the metallic bars that stood between the man and the figure.

Again, the finger rose in the air, and with a wave, the shackles laced with the poisonous wolfsbane came crashing against the humid and hard floor, but its shrilling sounds against the floor never escaped the walls of the dungeon.

Moris sighed in relief but could barely get up.

"So, what now? Your whole plan failed. That woman wasn't executed as you had hoped for, and I am in a bloody mess." Moris spat in...