"Are you the travellers from Besten?" asked the man.
"Yes!" answered Lloyd. "I am Lloyd Bartlett and this is my friend and apprentice, Boyce Loebh."
"They are the ones we have agreement, to let pass through Palatka!" said the man.
"Hold your tongue, Munsen!" ordered Urre. "They had broken their agreement with their attack upon our people."
Boyce and Lloyd looked at one another, realising that they were in a predicament.
"Take them to their cells." ordered Urre.
Several Palatkans grabbed Boyce and Lloyd, and dragged them off to one side of the city, to the cliffs of the canyon where huge dungeon-like cells were made for Palatkan prisoners.
They were cold and dingy rock cubes, barren of anything on which to rest on and to keep warm with.
The cells smelled musty and there were unrecognizable things written on the walls and ceiling, and some were even seen on the floor when the layers of dust were kicked up by the men's pacing.
"You should never have said that we weren't used to Palatkan appearance!" Lloyd scolded Boyce then sighed.