You decide that you should refuse this dwarf's arrogant demands.

You believe that your sense of self-worth requires you to resist these arrogant demands. You clearly need to show this interrogator dwarf that you are a tough, confident guy who won't be intimidated by petty threats.

You look contemptuously into this dwarf's eyes. You say out loud, "I haven't committed any crime. So you can shove your pathetic threats up your shitty ass! Fuck off with your fucking demands, you disgusting cocksucker!"

While you were saying these words, you see Togrun Zeid looking intently into your eyes. The dwarf is silent and you feel some inexplicable discomfort from this ominous silence. This dwarf's gaze seemed to change a little: the expression in his eyes seemed to become more cruel and evil. You decide to continue your speech.

You say even more decisively: “I see that your armed henchmen are left outside this room. Even if you call them, I will have time to break your neck and crush your skull with my fists. So you better let me go right now, you stupid dwarf fucker!”

Having said this phrase, you quickly approached the table at which Togrun Zeid was sitting. You almost had time to stretch out your muscular arms to the face of this dwarf, when suddenly you noticed how Togrun Zeid made a quick movement with the fingers of his left hand and uttered some words in a language you did not understand. Your hands, reaching towards this dwarf, felt some kind of obstacle, as if it were some kind of invisible wall. When you touched this invisible obstacle, you felt a sharp pain throughout your whole body and you saw a flash of sparks as if lightning had struck you. A wave of energy sent your body flying away. You fell to the floor. You were lying on the floor and you were suffering from pain and cramps in every muscle of your body. Now you couldn't even move.

Afterthoughts appeared in your mind: "That dwarven fuck-sucker can use magic! That's why I was brought here untied and unshackled!"

The dwarf stood up from his chair. He walked leisurely around the room.

Then he looked in your direction with a disgusted look, as if he was looking at the decomposed corpse of a rat that had surfaced from a shitty village toilet.

Togrun Zeid said in a calm voice, in which one could clearly sense indifference to your fate: “I hoped that you had at least a little brain in your head. It was extremely naive of you to believe that an interrogator who is on duty would not will be able to ensure his safety and protect himself from the threat of a common accused criminal. Well, you have demonstrated your stupidity and **** to provide information important to the investigation. I am using other sources and methods to obtain information regarding your crime. Guards! Escort the accused to his cell! From this day forward, the accused should be shackled and his rations should be cut in half!"

You wanted to swear dirty at this interrogator dwarf, but you were unable to do so due to the cramps and pain. You only made an inarticulate wheeze.

After Togrun Zeid's words, two dwarven warriors entered this room again. They picked up your weakened body and they carried you to your cell.

In the cell, your body was roughly thrown onto the floor. Then the dwarves shackled your hands and your feet in iron shackles.

They didn't bring you any more food today. When the pain in your body became a little less, you were able to get up from the floor and climb onto the bed with great difficulty. Soon you fell asleep.

The next three weeks were extremely unpleasant for you. You were no longer taken for questioning. They started giving you very little food. You constantly felt hungry. The shackles on your arms and legs caused you a lot of pain. Of course, the dwarves removed these shackles from you for a couple of hours every day. This was necessary in order to restore blood circulation to your limbs and prevent tissue necrosis. However, you spent most of each day of your imprisonment in this cell in shackles.

At the end of the third week, something happened to you that broke the monotonous routine of your difficult imprisonment in this cell.