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Lifting her up with the wind, Mild brought Horik along, leading her and Otis towards The Holy Land's jailhouse. "I promise we won't hold you long....if you're innocent. I only want to understand...just what the heck whatever that was."

Opening the door to to the jailhouse, Mild was somewhat surprised to find Arubak himself, along with Caenna. Caenna had her shotgun in hand, whilst Arubak was clutching an elderly man's neck, holding him up against one of the jail cells.

The old man sported a pinstripe suit, and a close cut gray hair. His skin was weathered and wrinkled and he sported red-tinted sunglasses that nearly dangled off his nose. On his hands, now clutching and his neck, trying to break free of Arubak's grasp, sported fingers covered in jewelry while a golden gleam came from his mouth. He had a gold tooth, several in fact.

"I had it up to hear with yer bullshit, old man!" Arubak snarled. "You done pulled yer last trick!"

"Arubak..." Caenna calmly touched the Warlord's shoulder, staring between him and the old man with concern.

"It wasn't a trick...wasn't a trick..." the old man gasped. His accent was Sorillian. "I've never done ya wrong. Everything I've done...is all for you, son. Always...always has been."

"I ain't yer goddamn son, old timer!" Arubak spat, tightening his grip. "You better talk real quick, if you wanna live out the rest of yer miserable life! Why'd you take my ring to that waste witch, old man!?"

"Arubak!" Mild finally exclaimed. "The man can't tell you anything if you can't breathe."

Arubak turned around, noticing Mild's prescence for the first time along with Otis and....a handcuffed Horik. "Mild Man...just what the hell is goin' on?"

"There was an incident in the Pearly Gates...some sort of worm-"

"God help me..." Arubak pinched the bridge of his nose.

"But what's all this...what did pops do this time?" Mild asked, concern clear in his voice.

Arubak sighed and motioned towards Caenna. She nodded and opened the cell they stood in front of and Arubak roughly tossed the old man in. "You, Caenna and me. We'll talk outside..." he ordered, as he and the shotgun wielding woman, stepped passed Mild and the two Lords of Rocks, and walked out the door.

Mild gave a heavy sigh and asked Otis, "Can you...watch her for a bit? Hopefully, I'll be back shortly." He opened the cell door, the same one the old man was tossed in and motioned for Otis to lock Horik in as well...for the time being.