As Aron slowly returned to wakefulness, there was a moment before reality hit where he imagined that he was back at the old forge and Ilsur was cursing up a storm while working on a new weapon. Then Angus growled next to him and the memories being blindfolded, tied up and gagged hit him full force. Shooting upright, he turned his head rapidly as he took in his surroundings. He was in a cell with Orchid and Angus - the latter of which was angrily stomping over to the door. Tenkern and his workers was nowhere in sight and a spike of worry shot through him, hopefully they were alright. They all seemed to be stripped of all of their possessions, leaving them in nothing but their clothes. That revelation caused another spike of worry, but for an entirely different reason. Hand darting to his chest, his expression darkened as he felt nothing where his necklace usually hung.

The sound of the door being pulled from its hinges drew his attention and he looked up in time to see Angus swearing vengence, Orchid's glaive in his hands - at least they weren't completely weaponless. Standing up, he followed after Angus, [color=00aeef]"Hey MacAlister, wait up."[/color]not about to let him rush into unknown territory without backup. Passing Orchid on his way out, he gave her a nod and a slight smile, [color=00aeef]"Keep an ear out for screams of pain while you work, shouldn't be long before our captors investigate the noise."[/color]

Glancing out of the cell, he scanned the surroundings for anything useful as well as any signs of danger.

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