Cid's eyes raised to the woman, the shifting hues of his iris watching her curiously before he managed a weak grin. "A woman...ah, an' here I thought this tripp'd be borin'..." he said before the marshal stepped foreword and spoke to her ignoring the young elf.

"I warn you, he's a tricky little monster." the marshal said as he looked to her, cutting the chit chat and holding out a ring with a stone that was inscribed with an archaic rune on it. "Take this. By saying 'release', you'll remove any of the bindings on his body that you like. 'Repress' replaces them. 'Punish' will heat up the iron, and he won't be able to do anything but beg you to stop from there." He spoke as though it were nothing, gesturing to the iron rods that slid through the boy's body and kept him restrained, though the elven lad smiled through the grate over his mouth.

"Aww, she wouldn' do that t'little ol' me, now...that'd just be cruel..."

Upon her voiced concern, the guard looked to her and shook his head. "You don't understand, I'm afraid-a bael'norn is nothing to be treated without caution. He has turned himself into a monster for the sake of a war long ago lost," he said, glaring to the boy, who gave him a cheery smile back from beneath the metal grate covering his mouth, "and the magic running through makes him a weapon in and of himself. The iron keeps him from transforming himself, which keeps him controllable." With that he shoved the boy foreword, watching him stumble towards the woman before nodding to her, the mages undoing their enchantments to let him follow her. He didn't bolt, although he looked very tempted too, and as he looked to the elven woman he was being partnered with, he whispered something under his breath.

"Lemme have 'em, an' I'll be in yer debt fer th'resta th'trip..."

"Do not trust him." One of the mages warned. "His very nature is deceit-he speaks what will gain him something, and nothing more." giving him a glare as he made his way after her, he smiled and followed along with her, his arms pinned behind his back by the spikes of iron.

"I'm not gonna go crazy'n kill anyone." he said with a roll of his eyes. "Y'think I wanna get a tasta that ring o'yours? And favorite race or no, doesn' look like I've much choice at th'moment. They hold all th'cards..." He followed her easily, walking as best he could, regaining some of his strength as he looked to her and made his way to the forest where the elves dropped from the trees. He looked to the clothes and to the bow she offered him before laughing slightly.

"I don' need a bow, darlin', I'll manage just fine on m'own, if you'd be kind enough t'remove there here rods... t'ain't gonna be pretty, but once they're out I figure I could keep pace with ya." He said with a grin from behind the mask. "I'll be nice an' good, I swear..."

When she murmured release, the process started, and he immediately began shaking as the iron began to sink into his body, the the spikes from where his legs were released sinking back into his skin there as well. While the iron submerged itself and linked to his very bones, the searing red marks burned themselves into his skin, leaving black imprinted branding where the flesh met the twisting runes. He fell to the ground, writhing as his flesh seared back together, healing from the injuries and leaving only black runes where the marks had been before finally he appeared normal, his cries finished as he lay cooling on the ground.

Forcing himself to be better, his arm snapped up and grasped the clothes proffered to him, using the grip to stand before swinging them on over his light frame. He looked to Nakara with a grin like a wolf's before smirking. "Why...thankya, darlin'..."

With that they moved out, Cid keeping pace with the other elves easily, his motions smooth and fluid, almost exultant in his freedom.

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