Magnus Bane

*Magnus was in a dark basement, the smell of excess magic and dirty water filled the air. He has been recently captured by Mortmain, and what's even worse is that Mortmain has runes that make him weaker* Magnus: *attempts to move his hands and legs, which are currently weak from standing, and he's looking at his chipped nail polish* Dear me, I wish that Herondale darling would come help a warlock out~*he says sarcastically*