"What… are you doing here?" The werewolf fighter gasped and looked around the room.
The room wasn't that large, half the size of a common one, and the walls themselves were covered with sealing scrolls and magic circles that controlled a powerful barrier. His chair was made from the World Tree wood, his shackles from blessed silver, and the ropes were woven from demon spiders' silk and enchanted with magic.
That was a lot to keep him locked up. But what confused him more was Alcott's presence, who in their right mind would hire him to just keep watch on a sealed prisoner? Alcott isn't cheap.
"Wait, that thing was a dragon. Are you here to interrogate me about? Sadly, I know nothing besides that it attacked us." His eyes then opened wide. "Wait, or was it the black dragon that hired you?"
Alcott looked at him with a smile, and the fighter chuckled, "I know it. Who is that dragon. Is he someone important or just powerful? Can't you slay it?"
