Author POV
"Ouch, could you treat your guests with a little more respect?"
Alaric winced softly as he was thrown into a cage made of thick iron that was difficult for him to bend. It seemed like Grace had prepared this cage long ago and used it specifically to capture Alaric.
The man then looked around. The room felt like inside a cave, filled with grayish-black stones and lit with torches on the walls.
Grace entered the room and sat on the nicest chair. The girl crossed her legs and looked at Alaric with a disdainful expression.
"Heh—treating a guest? Since when are you my guest?"
"Couldn't you just pretend like that?" Alaric tilted his head, trying to lighten the mood between them while gathering information about where he was now.
Grace Lillian raised her right hand and waved
