Re: Against the Mageguild
The prisoner drops to his knees, then bends forward until his face touches the cobbles again, before rising to his knees once more.
"Thank you, thank you so much!" He shakes his head. "My own guild, but as soon as they learned about my magic, they clapped me in those irons except when they wanted me to lend them energy." He clenches a fist, then his eyes get wide.
"Oh, I'm forgetting my manners!" He stands, then bows again for a moment. "I'm Virgilio Hohlfeld of Bon Chance, Apprentice to the Mages' Guild. Or probably now, fugitive from the Mages' Guild.
"And you, I presume, are bandits of some kind. I can offer you nothing much; all I have are the clothes on my back, that face cage, and those irons -- and the ones that were on my hands are made of sky iron; no mage can use magic while touching them, not even me."