“But I don’t like them,” Crow frowned when Penelope pulled his hand away from the bandages. He tried halfheartedly to tug his hand out of hers, wanting to remove the wrapping on his own if she wouldn’t help him, but he didn’t have enough control over his body to do it, so he gave up fairly quickly. In his drugged state, he couldn’t understand why she was stopping him. If the pain was coming from the bandages, surely the best move would have been to take them off, right? It seemed logical to him.

He looked up at her as she explained that he’d gotten hurt. Somewhere in the back of his mind, he recalled something about getting wounded, but it almost seemed like a dream. “You sure?” he murmured skeptically. “I don’t feel [i]that[/i] bad.” He was about to try and pull his hand from hers again but got distracted when he heard the knights talking amongst themselves once more. Putting a little more effort into listening to their conversation, he made out that they were talking about who would be staying with him. It wasn’t very interesting, so he stopped paying attention pretty early on to look around the tent again. However, his focus was drawn back when Olivia mentioned Penelope’s name.

The thief turned back towards the knight, who was gazing at him with a mischievous glint in her eye, and then glanced up at Penelope, who was red in the face. He wasn’t sure why she was embarrassed. It seemed like a straightforward enough question to him. However, he didn’t get a chance to question it before she began to give him a short list of instructions. “Okay,” he nodded absently, though he disliked the rules. The bandages were still bothering him, so he wanted to pull them off, and he didn’t think Olivia was being that intrusive with her question.

“Oh, come on,” Olivia groaned. “We finally have the opportunity to get some answers out of him, and you’re going to make us pass this up?” She turned to Gavin. “You must have more questions for him than any of us. Surely you agree with me, right?”

The knight shifted uncomfortably in his chair, hesitating for a moment before he replied, “I hardly think this is the right way to go about this.”

“Gods, you’re both so [i]boring[/i],” Olivia whined, looking between her two comrades. “You really don’t want to find out the deep, dark secrets of the most infamous thief in the kingdom? I bet he’s got some great ones to tell, don’t you, Crow?” She turned back to the thief with a sly smile.

The thief stared at her blankly. “Secrets?” he mused, narrowing his eyes slightly as her body began to distort in front of his face from the delusion. “Yeah… I’ve got lots of those.”

“Great,” Olivia clapped her hands together eagerly, glancing between Gavin and Penelope and lingering on the latter. “What should we ask him first? You’ll play along if I don’t ask anything about you, right?” She simpered pleadingly. “Please? This could be so much fun!”