Several Palatkans grabbed Boyce and Lloyd, and dragged them off to one side of the city, to the cliffs of the canyon where huge dungeon-like cells were made for Palatkan prisoners. They were cold and dingy rock cubes, barren of anything on which to rest on and to keep warm with. The cells smelled musty and there were unrecognizable things written on the walls and ceiling, and some were even seen on the floor when the layers of dust were kicked up by the men's pacing. "You should never have said that we weren't used to Palatkan appearance!" Lloyd scolded Boyce then sighed. "I was being honest with them!" Lloyd put his hand on Boyce's shoulder and tried to console him, from his error. "It's alright, Boyce. Maybe we can talk to Urre and see if we can apologise properly." He moved away and looked out of the hole in the rock door. "Until then, we should make the best of this place." "It is so cool in here but outside the heat is blistering!" "Wait until his evening. It'll be worse in here." Lloyd came away from the door and leaned up against one of the walls and huddled himself into a ball. "Better get some sleep now because it will be too damned cold to sleep later tonight!" Lloyd instructed Boyce and he went down on the floor and tried to sleep. It was difficult but they finally managed to fall asleep and after sunset, Munsen came to them with offers of warm blankets and a hot broth of cooked fowl. He called to them several times and Boyce finally got up and went to the rock door. Lloyd also had gotten up and went to the door. "I am Munsen, the high-priest of Life." he said to them. "I was told that you will be in our rituals of Life and Energy, after-tomorrow." Munsen told them. "I will make a tough meal, my friend!" Lloyd promised to him. "You know of our ways, then?" Munsen urged for clarification. "Yes, we do!" Boyce said. "Would there be any way for us to appeal to Urre, to honour the passage agreement?" Munsen looked down and shook his head. "I am afraid that our Lord Urre had never intended to allow you passage." Lloyd and Boyce glanced at one another and Lloyd sighed. "You were right, Boyce!" "I had brought for you blankets and hot broth to drink. Your cells will be unbearably cold by dark, and these should help!" He pushed the blankets through the hole, followed by the large amphora of broth. "I am truly sorry that it's not very much, but it is all that I could get for you!" "At least we'll be more comfortable before we die!" Lloyd commented in a sarcastic tone of voice. "Please don't!" pleaded Munsen. "I am sorry!" Lloyd was apologetic, realising that this man was really and sincerely trying to be kind. "Listen!" he told them. "Long before we had your Bestenese Emissary come to have us sign the agreement of safe passage, I had a dream-vision about it and about you." Boyce and Lloyd eagerly listened to the man.