Prestige cuts the saddle know and the underbelly knot so the still tied Ermac can be dragged into the tower. "Help me get him in there," Looking at the dags he says,"What are you waiting on? Get in there!"
(It takes 7 rounds.....fine)
After the door is locked Prestige presses back away from the door while looking around the area he has entered. No time for rest is appearant in his composure.
"Thanks, stranger, we owe you one." Prestige gasps. "Hopefully, this place holds up well" said like an inquirery directly toward the structure as he looks around.