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Chester merely chuckled, his confidence brimming from cheek to cheek on his smiling features. [color=chartreuse]"Milady, I'm humbled you'd stoop to the language of the commoners to find me. It's quite pleasant to hear you engage with rumors with regards to myself."[/color] Chester's ambiguity in his statement would go unanswered for now, as he swiftly followed after Adrina through the empty dungeon halls. He waved goodbye to those less fortunate than himself, apparently not awfully concerned about being seen, despite technically being a wanted man. 

Along with Adrina, seeing as she helped him escaped. Maryland smiled to himself. 

[color=chartreuse]"A moment, milady."[/color] He interjected at the end, unable to answer her question. He took a couple quick steps forward and pressed his ear to the door. No noise; a gentle breeze and the sounds of partying a distance away, but far enough to not be immediately concerned about. This had been planned well. [color=chartreuse]"Excuse me. I just had to check there weren't any armed guards beyond us. After you, milady."[/color] Chester took a step back and opened the door, in an attempt to be courteous. Of course, it also meant that if he followed closely behind he could catch hold of Adrina in case of an ambush. 

The room following the hall was that of a guard's respite. Two wooden tables, accompanied by coffee-coloured chairs of similar stained brown, sat in the middle of the room with two chests in the corner. A hearth kept the room comfortable, despite the stone walls, and racks of armour and weapons stood off to the side. Keys for the various cells were all hung up on a rack, Chester himself taking a sword and one such key for 'safekeeping'. 

[color=chartreuse]"To answer your question, Princess, I've never really paid much attention to the lands beyond our own. I'm a local, after all; it is under your radiant family's guidance that I have been brought up, not some faraway prince's. I'm a poor excuse for a merchant, not extending my produce cross-continental."[/color] Having clipped the sword sheathe to his belt, Chester carelessly spun the keys around his finger, looking at the two doors that lead out of the room: one went upstairs, the other remained on their level. 

Eyeing the doorway upwards, he said: [color=chartreuse]"It's safe to say that your sister is up there, I'd think. The higher the better; a high cell means more guards to get past and more security to deal with. This is why I was put with the low-borns, since they decided to execute me swiftly. Holding cells are typically higher up."[/color] Chester knew this from the experiences written to him by fellow criminals and friends. It was only natural that the place to go would be up, like a princess atop her tower. Unfortunately for this princess, her tower was filled with armed escorts, guards, and bars. 

What a bother. 

Something still gnawed at him, though, and it took him a moment before he could put it into words. [color=chartreuse]"But, might I backtrack a little, milady. You mentioned some of your sister's rescuers not being wholly loyal to throne, correct? Why would you suspect so?"[/color]

He had no real reason to know, aside from getting the bigger picture of things - something that Chester always felt compelled to do, to have an understanding of everything. Naturally if she suspected disloyalty she would go to a foreign body, however going to a criminal such as him carried its own risks. Perhaps her position as princess would grant her immunity to some extent in court? Chester couldn't place his finger on it, and waited for her answer with his hands crossed, the key held firmly in his hands.