Deep within the Palace Tree's roots, which formed the dungeons, sat Jovek in his cell. "So this is what's become of the great and mighty Jovek, eh?" a female voice says. Approaching the cell was a figure in a cloak and hood made of broad leaves.
"Oh, it's you." Jovek said in a snide tone. "Come to pour salt on the wounds?"
"Among other things. When I heard you'd been captured, I just had to come visit."
Jovek's visitor saw his wrists wrapped in thorned bangles with a small, pitch black rose blossom on each. "Rosethorn Manacles," the cloaked woman said, "They must REALLY not want to take chances with you!"
"And yet, my power was bested by a mere witch, and a pair of smart-mouthed Investigator Fairies. When you first taught me how to tap into the power of Chaos Magic, you told me I would gain powers equal to the fairy."
"And you have; but you were careless and arrogant, and, I might add, indiscreet. Still, you did manage to bring something intriguing to my attention. One of the investigators; word is, she's a changeling, and not been one for even a day, yet the Queen has offered her an apprenticeship with the enchantresses."
"Oh, that makes me feel better!" Jovek said, sarcastically.
"They say she cast some advanced spells on her first try." The cloaked woman said. "I can't help but wonder what her Knack turns out to be."
"So, what you want to make her your, what do you call it, 'heartfriend'?"
"You watch your tone, or else I may reconsider releasing you."
"Releasing me? But, the guards..."
"...Will be easily dealt with when the time comes. In the meantime..." The woman pulled out a flask of clear, dark red liquid and handed it to Jovek. "Be sure to drink it all."
"Is this..." Jovek began to ask, but the woman was already gone. The warlock looked at the flask, it looked like wine. He grinned and uncorked the bottle.