Brekk obeyed without a word, guiding him through the growing camp until they reached a comparatively quiet section of it. Three guardsone paladin and two knightsstood in front of a cage caked with dried blood.
Inside the cage, two alchemists dressed entirely in black stood watching them, eyes sharp with resentment. There was not a single scrap of remorse or shame anywhere to be seen, and that chilled Sorin far more than the resentment. As he drew closer, he saw that there was something strange about the manacles on their wrists.
Noticing the direction of his gaze, the paladin said, "An alchemist spelled them to cause immense pain should they be opened by anything except the key. She said to give you the key." He pulled it from where it hung around his neck. "I nearly forgot. My apologies, High Paladin."
Sorin waved the apology away as he slipped the key around his own neck and tucked it beneath his clothes. "Tell us everything pertaining to the white demons," he commanded.