Several days ago.
In a small dark cell with a single tiny window was sitting a pale man in dirty and bloodied clothing. His hands were shackled behind his back, and on his neck was an iron collar with a sharp two-pronged fork sticking under the man's chin, forcing him to hold his head very high.
The strange device was called "the warlock's fork" and prevented mages from reading spells by not letting them open their mouths at all.
The door to the cell opened, making the prisoner huddle toward the wall. When he saw his visitor, the prisoner began shaking.
Inquisitor Garron Redain stepped into the cell and closed the door behind him. His pet raven, Judi, was riding on his shoulder.
