The city's quaint prison sat just at the edges of the town square - this was generally the place for first-offenders or petty criminals. The real dangers were hauled off to the castle's own prison: the dungeon.
Neither Siatha nor C'Thei seemed to take Ipsen as much of a threat - more of a nuisance than anything else, really - as they chatted idly on their walk. When they came upon the prison, the larger knight prodded the man forwards through the door, and Siatha closed it nicely behind them.
As far as prisons go, Arca's was mostly well kept. Where one would expect rats and nasty old buckets littering the floor, the stone was actually freshly cleaned. The cells each contained a straw - stuffed mattress and a chamber pot behind haughty iron bars. There were already two cells taken in this prison: a middle-aged woman sat on her straw bed, looking irritated; in the other, what looked like a boy no older than 13 sat against the door, legs pulled up to his chest.
"Alright then," C'Thei used one of the keys at her belt to unlock an empty cell, and nudged Ipsen into it, closing and locking the door securely behind him and returning the keys to her side. "Siatha, I'll leave him to you. He's bound to have an interesting story. Maybe we'll get to hang onto him forever, if we're lucky." she chuckled gruffly, and made her way to the entrance of the prison.
"Oh boy, aren't I in for a treat," the young knight said, her voice laced with sarcasm, but still she smiled and waved her teacher off.