In and out of his twilight daze, he scarcely recalled the way to the Temple grounds, nor into the Temple itself. Since being cracked on the skull and knocked cleanly out, he'd been supported beneath both arms by faceless Arian soldiers and forced to walk his own green mile. For a stranger in Ar, clemency was largely unknown... and he'd suspected the end of days had soon arrived. Yet interestingly, he did not seem to mind this little fact, and had purposed to bite back his tongue from giving them any tidbit of information regarding a Witch that they so earnestly sought... whose light they fully intended to snuff out.

Down and down the winding spiral stairs they led him hoisted by his arms, until they could go no further south. It was in the dark dank bowels beneath the Temple of the Initiates, that the Metal Worker of Thentis was thrown into a cell, imprisoned inside three stone walls and a set of iron bars. Locked away to rot... until the end of days should arrive.