Gareth hated this guy, whoever he was.  He hated being imprisoned in a room, with only his kidnapper's voice threatening him for information and laughing constantly.  It didn't help his mood that everytime Razor said something back, to try and show that his guy didn't scare him.  (Drake) would point to the bloody swords on the wall, and say casually, "You wouldn't want to be the next one to 'get it', would you?"  

The hours dragged on and Razer was beginning to grow hungry.  He was also sore from the ropes binding him to the chair.  He wasn't going to give (Drake) the satisfaction of showing that he was uncomfortable.  [i]Probably no chance anyone is going to save me tho, as I haven't exactly made any close friends here...[/i]  He thought glumly.  

Abruptly Razer was lifted into the air, chair and all.  And marched out towards where?  He didn't know.  He could tell that he had spent the whole day imprisoned as the night sky and moon made it only too obvious.  [i]This is probably goodbye, I'm sorry mother and father for failing you and all Kil'garens.[/i] He said farewell in his mind.

The Marching continued with ten of the sellswords leading the group and ten trailing behind watching for any threats.    

Abruptly a graveyard came into view and they plopped Razer in his tied up prison of a chair next to a tree in the very far corner of the graveyard.  There they had three men very tightly tie Razer and chair around the tree, making sure there was no way in hell he would free himself.  

Drake nodded as he watched his men tie Razer up like a vicious animal that should be restrained.  [i]That tiger should be happy I haven't already killed him.[/i]he thought smugly.  

He saw in the corner of his eye that Carlos was in position, on a rooftop behind the graveyard and also behind 'razer's tree' with only his longbow and the top of his head remotely visible.  

Just then he heard a voice it seemed to come from a stone, such that it was so cold without a note of a smile behind it.  Drake smiled as he calmly walked the path in the middle of the graveyard.  Drake was a tall man, with two earings in each ear, short spiky red hair and small black eyes.  He was wearing a loose vest of blue silk that he had robbed from some poor fool a short while ago.  Drake stopped in the middle of the circle of his men, each man's sword already drawn.  He had the last ten of his men in a circle around razer's tree, their swords also drawn.   

Two of the men took a half step aside so Drake could see the source of such a cold sounding demand.  Drake spotted (James Blackwell), "So you are the one who is so pissed off."  He said as he leered at James.

"Well now, Razor is just over there." Drake was pointing at the tree in the back with the ring of sellswords guarding it."  He turned back to James as he put his hand to his long curved sword (Scimitar), he drew the weapon from its sheath.  Then flicked his wrist as he flipped the weapon in the air and deftly caught it by the handle, showing that handling weapons was child's play for him.  

Back to business he curtly said, "Now, do you have some small valuables I can't see with you?  Or is you and Tiger going to sleep in this graveyard permanently."  As the last words left Drake's mouth, the sellswords around him tensed ready for the inevitable bloodbath.  

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Razor eyes widened as he heard a voice demand where he was.  [i]Someone has come to save me![/i]He was more than happy he was overjoyed.  

Then he looked towards all the sellswords around his tree and he looked down glumly, [i]Whoever you are run...  You can't save me....[/i]He thought glumly.           

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