The troupe were chain together in single file and led up a long pathway through the woods. Their horses in toe. They were shoved forward by a soldier if they slacked a tiny bit. The shoving got more frequent the further, and tireder, the group got. Torli was scared. He knew he was in the deepest and darkest of troubles. He look behind at his uncle who gave him a cheery and comforting smile.
"Eyes front!" A soldier pushed Torli back to face the front. They kept walking.
After a long and tiring walk they ended up at the entrance of a small cave. They were pushed inside. Inside, itself was a long room with a red carpet draped down the middle, reaching a throne at the end. A figure was sat on this throne. It was so far away, Torli couldn't quite figure out who it was.
The rest of the floor looked like white marble and the sides were lined with arched Columns. Very Rich and noble... Maybe the figure on the throne could be. Oh no, it couldn't be.
They were shoved forward and told to walk on the carpet towards the throne. As Torli got closer he squinted his eyes to see the figure on the throne.
It was. It was Glombur the Great noble dwarf. The son of Glambor who took over Dwarven royalty many years ago. The dwarf who took the throne from Glein's Father. This meant they were either in a heap of trouble, or a heap of luck.
They were lined up shoulder to shoulder, the chains wrapping themselves around. In turn, they were pushed to their knees. It hurt as Torlis knees thwacked on the white marble and he flinched. That hurt.
Glombur stood out of his throne and walked up and down the line eyeing up every prisoner. He eventually got to Torli and held his chin.
"Guards" he sneered "you didn't tell me you had a dwarven maiden in the sea of prisoners!"
He laughed hard. Torli just winced as it struck a chord and deeply hurt him. Freddard became angrier at this. He had started to feel protective over the kid, even if he did get on his nerves.
"Your highness". Glein peered around to stop the moment. "We are just a troup of people on a journey. We mean you no harm."
"Are you not on house arrest? You and the girl?" Glombur glanced towards Torli.
"He's not a girl." Glein corrected "but, alas, we were supposed to be. But you know us dwarves. We have a thirst for adventure. We don't mean to be any trouble. We're just strolling through nature. Would you starve a fellow dwarf of that?"
Glombur stopped and thought then raised his hand. This dwarven wretch is right. Guards, send this group on their way... but they must stay as a group. And never. Ever cross my path again."
A guard picked up Percival as he was first in the line and escorted the boys out, unchained them and pushed them back into nature.
"What the hell happened then?!" Thundad piped up looking around in surprise.
"The stubbornness of Dwarves!" Freddard growled "what a waste of time."
He grabbed his horse that was tied outside with the others.
"Come on, let's go"