Inexorable

Boldorus, who expected nothing from anyone, especially not a so-called miraculous rescue, merely shrugged and turned his head away with contempt.

- If you don't know where to find such spells, then forgive me for bothering you.

A grunt of disgust came from the prisoner as the young stranger was already turning to leave.

- I knew it. You are no different from the others. You would never give anything away without something in return.

- I'm sure you would too. But that's not an answer.

- Then the answer is yes. I know just the place to get you those spells you've been looking for. But I will never have the opportunity to take you there, since you will be unable to free me from my prison.

The cursed being let out another short grunt of cynicism and despair.

- For you see, this whole place, this vast frozen desert whose limits largely exceed these horizons which surround us in the distance, represents my prison.

- I see.