Despite their trepidation, when the elven soldiers had pounded upon the door of their little shack, Akira and Takumi merely stood and allowed themselves to be taken. As if they were numb to Certo's protests, though Akira's skin was nearly white with her hands shaking, and Takumi's voice was tense through all of his careful words to the soldiers. Moon Shadow vanished. Knowing of Akira's unnatural strength and Takumi's abilities to erode away nonliving matter, their bonds were made of strange, black material, which were covered with unnatural darkness. Akira only shook more when she was bound, but remained still afterward. Takumi winced.
When they approached Certo with the bonds, this is when Takumi shouted - admitting - the boy was not Cursed. An elderly elven mage confirmed it. The bindings on Certo's arms, as they were drawn up to the prison, were ordinary metal.
Though the boy doubtless had questions, no-one would answer them, including Takumi. They were taken to another part to the inner keep near the top of the hill, in the center of the elf sanctuary. Certo was lead to a rather comfortable-seeming cell. There, he was told he was only being held because he might help the war criminals escape. Inside, there was a decent bed, a simple rug covered the stone floor, and the privy and sink were clean and well-kept. There was a desk with paper and ink pens. A window gave him a view of the city, but it was small, and a mesh of metal bars ran across it.
Except to feed him - through a small flap in the door - no-one had spoken to him yesterday. It was now the second day of Certo's imprisonment.