Aeomir
Ziedranteon sat in the Eternal Prison, he was facing a man who was locked in the deepest part of the prison. There were no guards in his cell if the huge arena could even be called a cell.
Runes, symbols, precious materials, and even a formation filled the arena as pitch-black chains from which black smoke came out bound the man in front of Ziedranteon. The man's long, black hair fell down to the floor, a rough beard grew on his chin while his calm eyes stared at the patriarch of the dragon clan.
His arms and legs were restricted by the chains that ended in spikes that penetrated his body and spread his limbs apart. Rags could be seen covering the man's body as he simply stared at the patriarch without any emotions.
"It's been, quite a while since you last visited me, Zie." The man spoke with a calm voice as the patriarch poured tea into two cups, one for himself, and the other for the man.
"I sensed the prison open a bit ago, a new prisoner, I assume?"