~Javall~
Ignis had been quicker than he expected; it caught him by surprise, and the next thing he knew, a sharp blow to his head made him pass out. The smell of wet stone and the repeated drops of water echoing made his eyes flutter open. A dimly lit cave did nothing to keep his eyes from burning, and the cold, rough stone wall behind him pricked his back. His eyes tried to adjust to the darkness. The air was damp and humid, making it hard to breathe fully. "How assuming." He groans as he tries to stand up, notices the lack of movement, sees his ankles are bound, and so are his hands, but this wasn't just any rope; it was magic suppressant rope. A jolt of unease makes his chest tighten. His head falls back, forgetting the cave wall is ridged, and winces. Javall didn't know how long he had been here, but he knew others would stop at nothing to find him, especially Ursula.