"And if I refuse your offer?" Brelan snarled. His fists clenched, clearly torn. He wasn't about to let this man just waltz out with his sister, no matter the threats he managed to give. Part of him hoped that the longer they kept him occupied, the better their chances of being found by any of the guards. "Who sent you for her?"

Namyna on the other hand, felt her worry and impatience growing in equal amounts. Did it matter who sent him? Fear settled in her gut, but it did little help to think of the intentions of who had sent for her if it meant sending someone heavily armed to the castle. They were without help, and running out of options. If nothing else, getting the man alone would give her additional chances for escape without fear of her brother being harmed.

"I'll go with you," Namyna suddenly blurted out, making her brother go wide-eyed. 

"No, you aren't," Brelan growled, taking a sudden step forward, prepared to attack.