Isaiah followed the guards and allowed them to restrain him without incident, keeping quiet as he did so. It would not be wise to attempt to flee in his condition... Besides, it was unlikely anything horrible would befall him. You had to stay optimistic about these things sometimes. He was led to below the box he was addressed from, and there he was... It was odd seeing such a decrepit old man, and knowing that he was the younger one here... Hmm... should he start calling everyone 'boy' or some such? He was older... Better not, it'd be wise not to anger anyone further.

He couldn't help but smirk behind his face-wrap when he mentioned his 'Heroic grandeur'. He never thought he'd ever be called 'hero' again. He walked with him after they undid his bindings, his arm falling to his side as he listened quietly. All these things he was saying... what sort of time was he in? When he was young, the Order of Idris was simply ignored more often than not, yet they appear to actually hold influence and power now... He had become lost in thought for a long while, realizing that they were now standing before a home of some sort, and the old man was making demands again.

Though this old man couldn't possibly know, Markul's hand was forced. He couldn't escape the guards without his arm or the stamina to keep up his geomancy, he simply wasn't quick enough. And even if he could... where would he go? He couldn't even read anymore. And Idris was obviously not an option. He would have to cooperate... and slip away if necessary. [b][color=00a651]"It has been a long time since anyone has made demands of me..."[/color][/b] He said with a sigh, before looking to the estate again. [color=00a651][b]"Though I am in no position to refuse. I am Isaiah Markul."[/b][/color] He said, extending his good hand...