Arthur sat up alone in a small cell. There was a hay floor with a small cot in the corner, and a place to use the bathroom packed into the small room. The prison block was damp, dark, and smelled faintly of body odor... and salt water. The Dead Sea! Arthur thought standing up and rushing to his small barred window. He could see the morning sun illuminating the eerie green beach. Sun? They weren't in the Dark Forest anymore. Arthur looked down, finally putting the pieces together. He was in a castle built into the side of a mountain, that sat at the edge of the Dead Sea, and the Dark Forest; not just any mountain... a forbidden mountain. The place of the Dark Imp hive! But I was captured by the trolls... that must not be right then. Arthur thought. This must just be the home of the leader of the trolls. Arthur turned to see a plate of slop on the floor of his cell; Trolls were known to be terrible cooks. 

     Looking out he could see Philip slumped over in the cell across from him, still asleep, but a comforting in presence none the less. The more time he spent with the prince the more infuriatingly tolerable he became. Arthur looked back down at the food, realizing he hadn't eaten in days. The hunger ravaged his chest surfacing in waves. Arthur sighed and picked up the bowl and began to pick into the parts that were mostly edible. Every once and a while a troll would come down the corridor to patrol, and Arthur would pretend to still be asleep. They'd notice, though, when they took back the empty slop bowl. Once he'd finished his food he laid back, already able to feel his stomach rebelling at the quality of what he had in-taken. He stayed there for what felt like hours staring at the sleeping Philip. He hoped he could will the prince awake, so he'd at least have somebody to talk with. 

Arthur stood to stretch his aching legs, in that moment he envied the prince, who had yet to feel the pain. Arthur looked down at his body expecting to see ragged prison clothes, but to his surprise the unintelligent trolls had left him in his own clothing. Arthur slowly lifted up his cloak, to see his satchel still hanging from his arm. Arthur smiled, now he had a way out, but before he left... he needed to get all the information out of the castle that he could.