[center][h1][Color=DF0101]Haakon J. Elvsgaard[/color][/h1]
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[hr][center][Color=DF0101]Location:[/color]The Prison[/center][hr]

[Color=DF0101]"Straight to the case then. At least they aren't wasting time, that's something."[/color] Haakon said in a lowered voice as they were 'escorted' through the prison and towards the so-called 'Warden'. They were walked to and through a corridor, although its condition was giving Haakon the doubts that anything in the prison actually could be classified as a proper building. It felt more and more like a ruin, or at least something not far from it. 

And then he saw Him. The Thief. The bloodied, beaten-up low-life snake named Abbas appeared before them, being dragged past and away. But any sympathy he might have had for a man almost beaten to death was vacant; this man deserved none, Haakon thought, especially when they were in that same spot just because of him. But that smile, that gloating smile gave Haakon a bad feeling. Haakon tried to hold a steady face, though his eyes shot daggers in Abbas' direction. 

The Warden himself, however, he tried as best he could not to swallow too loudly. If this was their interrogater, Haakon might even be glad to get out of this place with just half his teeth left, though he was more afraid for what he would do to Josephine. Giving her a look of defiance, he sighed quietly and stepped towards the door he was pointed to. [Color=DF0101]"Be gentle with him, Jo."[/color]