"Alright, I am going to untie you, but if you don't behave, I will let the Dragonkin and his apprentice have you." The older mage instructed.
The prisoner nodded rapidly, and Wiz moved to untie him.
The mage sat still, not moving even after he was untied.
"You might as well start speaking because if we let the Duke of Wistover start making up the questions, this is not going to end well for you. He's got a bit of a grudge against the entire Dagos nation." Amie suggested.
The mage nodded eagerly as he realized the situation that he was in. "I will tell you anything that you want. But I'm just an acolyte, I was in my second year when the war started."
"So, you were a student at the Skiple Royal Academy?" Dominic asked.
The prisoner nodded. "All of us who were studying under the Elders were drafted for the battle. Not that we knew that at first. In the start, they told us that it was all a training exercise, summoning armies of monsters to help train the Dagos Army.
