The man gave no witty remark back, and instead only drew his weapon, a longsword with the blade made not of steel, but of ebony.

Isaac knew he couldn’t win this battle with wits alone, so he simply raised his hands in the air and said,

“Fine, you got me, take me wherever.”

Linda got up as well, and together, she and Isaac were “escorted” out of the door and into a small hallway. They were lead through more and more hallways, lined with black tapestries with seven white swords on it, and torches that burned with an eerie green glow.

In a few moments, they arrived in what was once a ballroom for the wealthy. However, it no longer served the purpose of dance or entertainment, save for the entertainment was combat. A raised platform stood in the center and on top it, stood a sole man, with more elaborate black flowing garb than Isaac had ever seen. The man made no motion to accept their coming, merely stood there, hood drawn over his face.

Their “escort” pushed them to the ground and said,

“They are here.”