Smitty & Atticus - Caught!
Between the two of you, you were fairly convinced you could handle anything. Nevertheless, something was off about the people at this bar. They looked shifty and nervous, almost as if your presence alone was enough to cause discomfort. Atticus was a little more used to this, and kicked back on his chair, downing the ale in front of him. Even so, his fingers drifted to the scabbard of his sword, loosening it in it's sheath. Continuing to drink the somewhat poor wine he had been presented with, Smitty's eyes darted around occasionally, noting that whenever people thought he wasn't looking at them, they were throwing their glance at him with worry and concern.
The barkeep, a cordial man to begin with, had retreated behind his bar and was suddenly very interested in the cleanliness of one particular glass as he had now been polishing it for at least 5 minutes.
"Something's off..."
Atticus' quiet words, though not incorrect, were probably unnecessary. They became even less necessary when the door slammed inwards, a troop of guards entering with a cowled figure, whose robes were emblazoned with the emblem of the griffin. Atticus went to stand and draw his sword in preparation, but was a moment too slow. The cowled man clicked his staff's heel against the floor and uttered a few words even as he pushed his stool back and the guards spears and sheild's began to raise. In that moment, Atticus' eyes rolled back in his head and his form slumped to the ground, his sleep undoubtedly the result of the casting of the mage.
Smitty's eyes went wide and he prepared his own spell to try and and react, only for the cowled mage to simply wave a hand and say "No". Feeling the magical energy slipping away from his grasp as the guards moved in on him, he knew he was in the presence of a much more powerful caster than himself. Smitty's retort was barely forming on his lips when he felt and sharp blow to the back of his head, at which point the world was blinding white, searing agony and encroaching darkness.
Slowly, Smitty woke up to find himself in the dark recesses of a prison cell with his friend Atticus. Both of them where stripped of all of their own gear, including Smitty's staff, meaning that, for now, they were stuck.
"We should never have come to Wallowdale."