[centre][h1][color=8493ca]Anya[/color][/h1][/centre]

Anya walked past Blake without a glance, annoyed at his sudden disappearance. She wasn't going to explain what was happening to him- it wasn't her fault that he left and honestly some silent treatment never hurt anybody. Following the guards with her head held high, she decided to ignore her surroundings until tomorrow. As Marcus said, everyone was tired and she was barely keeping it together- both mentally and physically. Not wanting to bother anyone with going back to the docks, she decided to go for a swim first thing after she got some sleep. The water served in the castle was good for a short burst of energy but it wouldn't help her like seawater. 
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[centre][h1][color=chocolate]Marcus[/color][/h1][/centre]
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Once again he bowed to the royalty, before following the crew. This was the most infuriating night that he experienced in a while. With the queen and king out of sight, Marcus dropped his polite facade to reveal a scowl, that not so rarely graced his face. The entire scheme was ridiculous and while being in the presence of royalty greatly displeased him, something made him agree to the queen's terms. Whet ever it was his curiosity or the fear of execution, he wasn't sure. The presence of the royal guard didn't help either. Rubbing his eyes, he attempted to commit his surroundings to his memory, although in the morning Marcus would find that he wasn't able to memorise much. The corridors looked eerily similar in the morning light and he was pretty much sleep-walking at this point.

Focusing in on his crew, he noted that everyone seemed to be as tired as he was if not more. Taking into account Hope's slight injury he instructed: ''[color=chocolate]Anyone's who's injured in [i]any [/i]way gets to have the first rooms we are lead to. Everyone else, feel free to pick amongst yourselves.[/color]''
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