Richie is backed up against the wall, staying well clear of the goings on.
"Hmm. Well, we should show him the ropes, right?" One of the seamen says. The leader grins and goes to the tiller, turning the ship out to sea before powering it up and sailing out. Once they're a fair distance out, Klaus feels the sailors grab his arms and start groping his ass harder. One of them is even so bold as to slip a finger down into his pants and press the finger up into his asshole. The leader turns and grins at him. "Very well then. Show us your other skills, boy." He says, crossing his arms, his dick already hard and ready.
After approximately an hour, he sees the elder walking back, accompanied by two elves. They stop at the gates, and both elves accompanying the elder prepare spells, glowing orbs forming around their hands as they ready themselves. "Demon, now is the time for the ritual to bind your will to mine temporarily will commence." He opens the cell doors, and the elves, moving inhumanly fast, have their hands aimed at Colahr before he can do anything. The elder steps inside, and suddenly, Colahr cannot move a single muscle, seemingly paralysed. Murmuring a long, compliance spell, the elder sits cross legged in front of him. Drawing a wickedly curved knife from his belt, he grabs Colahr's hand and slices across it, letting his blood flow. Then, he does the same to his hand, and presses both of their hands together, letting the blood mingle. Still murmuring, he draws strange spell words on the floor, before placing both their hands on the words. There is a bright flash of light, and Colahr suddenly passes out. When he comes to, the gate is open, and the elder is standing there, a bandage around his hand as well as Colahr's. "Come here." The elder says, and Colahr feels the strongest compulsion to obey every single thing he says.
