Saorise woke up with the worst headache she’d ever known. It was dark – no, no – there was something over her head. It felt like a sack.
Nearby something shuffled. There was a terrible smell, but she couldn’t tell if it was the sack, or whoever was in the room. “Hello?” She offered nervously “Is someone there?” A sharp pain in her side took her breath away, and she cried out. Someone had kicked her, hard. She quivered with fear, and cried “Please! Don’t hurt me! What do you want?” Another kick. She bit her lip, and decided to be quiet.
A door opened, and heavy footsteps could be heard on a wooden floor. “Gregorio! I said you could help. I agreed to your price. But I did not agree to let you use the governor as your own private bagball! Leave her alone, you despicable brigand!”
An annoyed grunt was the only reply. Gregorio? The murderer? He was terrifying! The town guards had a list of crimes against him as long as her arm! And she was tied up, unable to see, in the same room as that monster? Despite herself, she whimpered. Strong, but comparatively gentle hands lifted her to a sitting position. “I apologise for Gregorio’s behaviour. He is what he is. I suppose I should not expect any better from him. But the boss will be here soon. Then you will have some answers.” Saorise trembled, only slightly more at ease, and said nothing. The footsteps left. She could only hope that Gregorio had left as well.
She was tied so tightly that she could barely feel her hands or feet. Besides, she had never been one for the ways of the rangers. She was a crafter, a maker of things. The intricacies of advanced knots were beyond her, but obviously not beyond her captors. There were at least two of them – but what did they want? And what was that smell?
She tried to get comfortable, but failed. Hopefully “the boss”, whoever he was, would get here soon.
Nearby something shuffled. There was a terrible smell, but she couldn’t tell if it was the sack, or whoever was in the room. “Hello?” She offered nervously “Is someone there?” A sharp pain in her side took her breath away, and she cried out. Someone had kicked her, hard. She quivered with fear, and cried “Please! Don’t hurt me! What do you want?” Another kick. She bit her lip, and decided to be quiet.
A door opened, and heavy footsteps could be heard on a wooden floor. “Gregorio! I said you could help. I agreed to your price. But I did not agree to let you use the governor as your own private bagball! Leave her alone, you despicable brigand!”
An annoyed grunt was the only reply. Gregorio? The murderer? He was terrifying! The town guards had a list of crimes against him as long as her arm! And she was tied up, unable to see, in the same room as that monster? Despite herself, she whimpered. Strong, but comparatively gentle hands lifted her to a sitting position. “I apologise for Gregorio’s behaviour. He is what he is. I suppose I should not expect any better from him. But the boss will be here soon. Then you will have some answers.” Saorise trembled, only slightly more at ease, and said nothing. The footsteps left. She could only hope that Gregorio had left as well.
She was tied so tightly that she could barely feel her hands or feet. Besides, she had never been one for the ways of the rangers. She was a crafter, a maker of things. The intricacies of advanced knots were beyond her, but obviously not beyond her captors. There were at least two of them – but what did they want? And what was that smell?
She tried to get comfortable, but failed. Hopefully “the boss”, whoever he was, would get here soon.