A Fair Trade

"Luxaven, you cannot escape forever," the lone figure called out to Margaret, "It is time for you to receive your punishment for what you've done."

Margaret looked over to him. She stood her ground. 

"Take me to see the Soul Keeper. I wish to make a deal." Margaret said to the lone figure. 

"A deal? Very well," the lone figure tapped his staff twice onto the ground. Sparks flew from where it touched the soil. 

In the blink of an eye, Margaret and Marius were transported to an unknown location. When they finally got their bearings and looked around, all they could see were shelves upon shelves of glass bottles. 

Curious as to what they were, Marius reached out his hand. Margaret swiped his hand away immediately. 

"Don't touch it!" She warned him. 

"Ah, Moira the Luxaven. It's been a while," a deep voice greeted Margaret from down the hallway.