Garion awoke to the sound of the expanding stone wall opening. light flooded the room from the well lit room outside. as he blinked the bleariness of sleep away. he saw another leather tunic wearing man place a large bucket in the centre of the floor in front of the entrance. "Eat until your done. ill be back with a new bucket tomorrow" the man said. Garion opened his mouth to ask where he was or maybe how long he would be here. but it was to late as the man had stepped back away from the door and the wall expanded back into lace leaving Garion along with the bucket.

Garion sat up and leaned forward. He picked up the bucket and gave the grey looking slop within a sniff. If it looked bad, then it smelt worse. His stomach rumbled in protest as he considered emptying the bucket. see no spoon he reached his dirt covered fingers forwards. the slop was freezing cold. him grimaced before scooping up a handful and eating. although his body was urging him to gorge himself. Garion had no way of knowing how long it had been since he last ate. so choose to keep his first portion size small to allow his stomach to adjust to the solid food.

His stomach cramped as it digested the grey paste. Garion spent the next hour or so feeling carefully over parts of his body. carefully checking each joint, bone and muscle to locate each source of pain. Aside from the scabbed over burnt skin, both his left leg and shoulder seem to be most effected. He guess he must has been flung through the air when the dragon unleashed its spell. He wondered why he hadn't been burnt away to ash like the slayer he had witnessed die. it didn't matter he would have more time to think now if nothing else.

Garion decided he should first prioritize healing his broken bones before trying to think of a solution for what would inevitably be burn scars once he had a chance to look at himself in the light again. he concentrated on his breathing. focusing on his own pool of magical energy deep within him. his power was still brimming, he had been using it sparingly since midsummer for a dire situation barely dipping into it instead relying on enchantments from the year before and trying to save his power to tide him over the long winter. now seemed as good a reason as any to use some of his stored away magic.

As Garion reached a state of meditation within his breathing exercise he began to draw the power out, maybe using a quarter of his power he pooled the magic into a circle around him. as he formed the circle in his mind a green circle of energy glowed in the darkness around him. after a few more cycles of deep breathing Garion split the single circle into three. the three rings of green light began to glow and spin gracefully around him. the grew smeller and smaller. Garion guided them with his mind to the three broken bones. one over his left shoulder,knee and ankle. He spoke a word out loud. the green circles shot into his flesh. he felt the pain lessen, as the bones began to knit themselves back together. Garion blinked through the darkness.

a pair of eyes appeared at the small opening in the expanding wall. "Final warning. No more spells." said the owner of the eyes. "you wont get another warning. you'll get the knife." it was more of a statement of fact then a threat but Garion got the message. He understood the reasoning too. He Guessed he must be in some kind of prison. The guard probably believed him to be some second rate necromancer. Garion dreaded to think what must of happen for the first warning to be the final warning.

Garion felt his way around the cell. opposite the expanding wall he found a metal grate in the stone floor. above the grate some way up the wall he found a metal tap. he turned the tap and was grateful to hear the sound of water splattering onto the grate and gushing way into the pipes below. Garion washing the thick covering of dried mud and porridge from his hand and did his best to wash him self. He spent the rest of the day in deep meditation in an effort to give his healing spell the best possible chances of helping. By the time it was what he presumed was the evening he decided to test standing once more. He found he could do so with no pain. he found that he could also lay quite comfortably across the cells stone floor.

And so Garion's Routine began for the next few weeks, each morning the wall would expand and the guard would replace the bucket from the day before with fresh grey slop. each day Garion would eat, exercise, Eat, Meditate then sleep. Time began to pass in a blur. Until after three weeks during one afternoon Garion's routine was Interrupted. Garion's eyes snapped open from his meditation and he ceased he chant. He had been expecting the same rough face black tunic clad guard that had become familiar. Instead he was met by the unhelmed face of Rika. Rika through a bundle of grey coloured rags toward the sitting wizard. "Dress." he ordered. Garion seeing no point in remaining naked for longer then the month or so it had already been since his clothes had been burned away dressed.

The grey robes where made of a roughly spun wool they itched his skin but the warmth was pleasant enough. "You will follow me" said Rika. Garion stepped from the cell that had been his cell. it took his eyes a few seconds to adjust to the dim light of the room. Garion pulled the grey woollen hood ever his head to try and prepare himself for the brightly corridors he knew he would soon be walking down. "where are we going?" Garion dared to ask. "Today we will find out if you are guilty or not." said Rika plainly as he lead the wizard from the room. "Today you will stand trial for your crimes"