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Name: Taylor
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Format: 1x1s only. Maybe I'll try a group RP again someday, but I've never had one last longer than a few months
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Crow smirked when Penelope whirled around and grasped at the air by her hip where she had been carrying her sword before. He found it amusing that he could startle the knight like that, even if it only lasted for moment. However, he didn’t dwell on it for long when she answered his question defensively and told him to go back to sleep. Whatever she was doing, it was clear that she didn’t want him to come with her. It wasn’t shocking. She might have shown him a semblance of friendliness at dinner, but he was still a peasant and a thief that she had been charged with guarding. If she had opened up to him about her midnight walk right away, it would have been astounding.

Still, he wasn’t going to give up that easily. “I napped on the way here,” he frowned in response to her order, sitting up slightly straighter on the floor. “I’ve had plenty of rest. Besides, you’re the one who woke me up in the first place.” Quietly, he tossed his blanket aside and indicated the table on the far side of the room with a tilt of his head. “Take me with you. William put the key to my chain over there.”

Since he was already up, he didn’t feel like going back to sleep right away; but that wasn’t the only reason why he wanted to leave the room. It was also the perfect opportunity for him to steal some alone time with Penelope. If he played his cards right, he might be able to work on his plan to trick her into relaxing her guard around him. He couldn’t pass up the chance to move his plan along, especially when they would reach the outer villages in just a few days at the most. Given the way the knight had been watching him so closely, there was no way he would be able to escape without getting caught. He needed to change that.

“I swear I won’t try to run off,” Crow simpered at her and placed one hand over his heart in a sincere gesture. “I’ve never been to this village before, so I wouldn’t get very far, even if I wanted to. You could even bring your sword if it will make you feel better.” His eyes flicked toward the bed he was chained to when he suddenly heard one of the other knights stir. After a moment everything was calm again, and he turned back to Penelope with a pleading look on his face, whispering softly, “Please? I promise I’ll behave.”
Crow stretched and wriggled on the floor while the knights began removing their armor, trying to find a comfortable position at the foot of the bed so that he wouldn’t wake up sore. He was vexed that William had the nerve to treat him like a dog, but since he was already here, he decided he might as well get some sleep. Unfortunately, his noble companions were making that task more difficult than it needed to be. The sound of their clanking metal plates would have kept even the heaviest sleeper awake.

He rolled onto his stomach, half tangled in the fleece blanket, and propped himself up on his elbows to watch the knights with an impatient look on his face. Naturally, William ignored him, but Abraxas became self-conscious. He nodded apologetically at the thief and hurried to take off his armor more quickly, managing to drop both of his vambraces in the process. Crow rolled his eyes. The boy was the clumsiest knight he’d ever seen. He wondered why he had chosen by the king to be part of this assignment in the first place.

Having focused most of his annoyance on the other men, he turned next to Penelope and then froze. During the time he had been staring at her comrades, she had removed all of her armor and let her hair down. If he didn’t know better, he would have thought he was looking at a different woman. His green eyes lingered on her figure. Without her uniform on, she was much smaller than he’d thought, and she was even… well… feminine. He wasn’t sure why that surprised him, but even though she was wearing loose clothes, he could see the edges of attractive curves he hadn’t previously known existed. It surprised him that a woman as lithe as her had chosen to enter the king’s army.

When Penelope glanced at the men’s half of the room, Crow quickly averted his gaze, busying himself by adjusting the blanket William had given him and rolling onto his side. What did it matter if Penelope wasn’t as stocky as he’d thought? She was still his guard, and she still had the training of a proper knight. As far as he was concerned, she was still just an obstacle he needed to get past so he could escape back to the outer villages. He closed his eyes. If anything, he should have been pleased that she was softer than he’d expected. Now it would be easier for him to keep up his act of winning her over, because he could better imagine what she looked like underneath her armor when he was pretending to be interested in her.

With that thought in his mind, Crow drifted off to sleep.

--

From a young age, Crow had learned that sleeping deeply could be a life-threatening hazard. There were always knights and bounty hunters around who had been after the reward that the king had put on his head, so he had trained himself to be a light sleeper. The habit had kept him alive on a number of occasions, when his enemies had stumbled upon his hideout and he’d needed to escape quickly.

Tonight, it meant he was instantly awoken by the faint sound of creaking floorboards.

He opened one eye to see a shadowy figure moving silently towards the door and tensed instinctively. However, after a moment, he recognized the figure to be Penelope, so he relaxed again and lifted his head curiously. She looked like she was going somewhere.

Pst,” Crow hissed, carefully sitting up from where he had been laying on the floor. Aware of each minute movement he made, he managed to keep his chains from rattling as he confronted the knight. “Where do you think you’re going?” he whispered, seeking her eyes in the darkness.
Serix looked away from Cassie when she said she knew he was injured. He wanted to punch Hunter. He had been trying so hard to hide his pain from her, and the human just had to come along and spoil all of his efforts. He stared at the ground, his mind racing to come up with a feasible excuse. He couldn’t tell her about the beatings. The truth would just upset her more, and he didn’t want to do that to his mate.

After a moment, Serix remembered that Ryan had struck him in the jaw yesterday. Next to the searing pain in his back, he barely even noticed it, but there was a faint bruise just to the left of his chin. Maybe he could use that to his advantage. He looked up at Cassie again, meeting her eyes in the dark, “Fine. I didn’t want to tell you because you’re already worried, but they didn’t just question me.” He sighed in resignation and moved closer to her, forcing himself to ignore the sharp protest of his muscles when he did so. “They roughed me up a bit, too, but I’m okay.” He tapped the dark spot on his jawline, leaning close to the metal bars so Cassie might be able to see it. “It’s nothing you should be concerned about, alright? Don’t listen to Hunter. He’s just trying to make you worry.” He reached for Cassie’s hand and gave it a reassuring squeeze. “We’ll make it out of this soon. I promise.”

Suddenly, Serix was struck with another harsh wave of pain. He pulled away from Cassie and took a steadying breath, but this one was worse than usual. He lowered his head slightly, using the darkness of the room to shadow his face so his mate wouldn’t be able to see him wince. Once it passed, he lay down on his stomach, acting like he was merely fatigued.

“If all goes well, we might even get out of here tomorrow,” he said quietly, closing his eyes. As soon as he was lying down, he could feel the weight of everything that had happened during those past two days come crashing down on him. He began to slip from consciousness again. “Why don’t we get some sleep? It will make tomorrow arrive more quickly,” he murmured tiredly. “I love you, Cassie.”
At first, Crow thought Penelope was going to decline his offer to share a mug of ale. The surly expression on her face was something he was growing familiar with as they were forced to spend more time together. He had never expected to befriend his guards, especially when his thoughts were honed in on leaving them behind to return home, so instead, he took pleasure in ruffling their feathers. A sly smirk crossed his lips. He had caught other knights drinking on the job in the past, but it was absurd for a noble with any self-respect to split a pint with a criminal. He was certain she would turn down the drink and make another scathing remark about his “poor life choices,” or something else she disliked about him.

However, before anyone could open their mouths to speak, the thief blinked in surprise as she suddenly swiped the mug from his hand and downed a portion of the ale inside. The unexpected gesture left him briefly speechless. Rationally, he knew it wasn’t that significant, but it was the first time any knight had set aside their differences even to do something as simple as accept a childish challenge. It was difficult for him not to dwell on the fact that, for a second, she had treated him like an actual member of the group instead of just a bothersome tool to be used. Maybe he had misjudged her.

To Crow’s further delight, Penelope embarrassed William with a threat to tell a story that the older knight was ashamed of. He grinned amusedly, his eyes concealing a newfound intrigue for his unorthodox guard. Until now, she had been nothing but cold around him, but it seemed like she had more faces than he’d first thought. He did have to wonder what had changed to cause her to loosen up so much though. Whatever it was, he hoped it happened more often. She was much more enjoyable to be around when she wasn’t glowering at him at all hours of the day.

After a while of dining and idle chatter—mostly between the knights, since Crow was more focused on filling his stomach than he was on talking—they were joined by Abraxas, who had finally finished making arrangements for the knights’ horses at the stable and had turned over their supply wagon to the local knights for safekeeping overnight. The others waited for him to order and eat a small supper before they all followed William’s lead to the room they would be sharing until their departure in the morning.

“It isn’t one of the nicest rooms at this inn,” the knight explained as they walked. “But the king doesn’t want us to draw more attention to ourselves than is necessary.” He glanced at Penelope. “We also need to save the money he gave us, so I only paid for one room. It is spacious enough for all of us and has a wooden divider if you should need your privacy.”

Subtly, Crow glanced at her as well, curious if she was upset about sharing her sleeping quarters with three men. He didn’t know how knights operated, but he did know that nobles were often strict about the ways in which they interacted with the opposite sex. William spoke about the arrangement as if it was normal, but it was hard to tell for sure, since female knights were a rarity by themselves.

The group soon arrived at a plain-looking door on the second level of the building, which William pulled open to reveal a plain-looking room with two beds, a table with a softly glowing lantern, and a wooden divider folded against one wall. Crow trailed after the others as they stepped inside, followed closely by Abraxas, who took up the rear to ensure that the thief didn’t try to escape. His gaze swept jadedly over the room. The knight hadn’t underestimated it. Their bed space was quite humble considering the kind of inn they were staying at. However, it was still far nicer than a prison cell, so he had no complaints.

“Penelope, you can take the far bed,” William instructed once the door had been closed behind them. “And Abraxas and I can take this one.”

“Hang on,” Crow piped up, narrowing his eyes. It hadn’t slipped past him that his name hadn’t been included in the list. “Where does that leave me? That bed isn’t going to fit three men, and I’m certain Penelope wouldn’t appreciate it if I tried to share with her.”

“You will be sleeping on the floor,” William answered as if it was obvious.

“That isn’t right,” Crow folded his arms belligerently over his chest. “I’m the whole reason you three are even going on this mission. You should have purchased a room with four beds.”

“It’s for the sake of keeping our heads down,” William sighed in exasperation. “The larger rooms are in a more conspicuous wing. Now stop complaining and hold out your hand.”

“Why?” the thief eyed him bemusedly.

“Just do it.”

“Alright,” Crow frowned, uncrossing his arms and extending his right hand. In the next instance, William caught him off guard by unclipping a chain cuff from his belt and locking it onto his wrist. He winced as the metal restraint galled his preexisting sores, bringing back unpleasant memories of the iron he’d worn just earlier that morning. “I thought I was done with chains when I left prison.”

“Well, I want to sleep,” William stated brusquely, dragging him over to the bed and attaching the other side of the cuff to one of the end posts. “I can’t stay up all night looking after you.” The knight carelessly tossed a blanket in his direction and turned back to his equals. “Get as much sleep as you can. We leave in the morning.”

Crow stared bitterly down at his “bed” for the night before letting out a long sigh and laying down on the cold floor. Just when he’d gotten his hopes up that he would be able to experience the luxury of sleeping on a plush mattress, he’d been reduced to street trash once again. Part of him was tempted to spite William and use his pick lock key to slip out in the middle of the night, but they were still far enough away from the outer villages—and in a town he didn’t know very well—that the appeal of having a free ride the rest of the way there was compelling enough to keep him planted for now.

Too tired to argue about the sleeping arrangements anymore, he reached for the blanket that the knight had left in a heap and pulled it over his body. At least the wood beneath him was more comfortable than the stone slab he’d had in prison. He would have no problem falling asleep on it.
Crow gawped at Penelope in surprise when she announced that she would share food from his plate. He hadn’t expected her to actually go along with his teasing act, even going so far as to take away some of his dinner. She was cleverer than he’d thought. Despite himself, there was a small part of him that was impressed with her wit, although he would never admit it out loud. If he ever openly admired anything about a noble, his pride would wither up and die. So instead, he clung to the fact that she had veritably cut his meal in half, using the irritating thought to fan the flames of his frustration.

“I bet you think you’re very funny,” he crossed his arms over his chest and leaned back in his chair, glaring at the knight. “Well, my empty stomach and I are not amused.”

“I should have known I’d find you two here.”

Crow paused at the sound of a new voice and craned his neck to see William standing behind him, looking vexed. The knight scowled down at him, “I told you to wait for me.”

“You didn’t specify where you wanted us to wait,” Crow pointed out blandly. He didn’t care if he’d upset his guard. He might have been their captive, but he was still a man with needs. One of those needs was to fill his empty stomach. “And besides, I’m hungry,” he vocalized simply. “You made us skip lunch because of those awful bandits. Let me at least have a bite for dinner.”

William hesitated for a moment before he growled: “Fine.” Taking a seat at the table, he tetchily avoided eye contact with the thief. “We’ll be staying here for the night, so it doesn’t matter anyway.”

“Wonderful,” Crow grinned. He looked up just as the bar wench returned with his plate of food. The dish was piled high with a delicious looking assortment of fruits, cooked vegetables, and, best of all, veal. His mouth watered as the savory aroma reached him. Apart from chicken, he had only eaten meat twice in his life—he had stolen it from nobles both times—so to him, it was a luxury. “Gods bless you,” he said to the wench as he dug into the food on his plate. She just nodded wordlessly and turned to take the other knights’ orders.

After swallowing a few mouthfuls, Crow noticed another serving girl walking by with a platter of pints of ale. It had been a long time since he’d last touched a drink other than questionably clean water. Eager to taste the golden liquid once again, he leaned sideways and swiped a mug as the girl passed, lifting to his lips and taking a swig. The alcohol was just as smooth as he remembered. He sighed contentedly.

“Don’t drink yourself senseless, thief,” William, who had seen everything, made a face at him in disgust. “You forget that you’re on an assignment from the king.”

“Oh, relax,” Crow rolled his eyes and took another sip. “I have a personal rule that I will never let myself get drunk. Drunken men do stupid, thoughtless things. I much prefer to be sober.” It was true that before his arrest, he had spent quite a few nights in taverns all over the kingdom. However, he didn’t do it to get drunk. He just liked the company of the other men and women and the opportunity to brag about his latest escapades.

He lifted the mug to his lips once more and then set it down on the table, glancing at Penelope with a teasing glint in his eye. The temptation to toy with her again was too great to resist. “Would m’lady like some ale as well, or are you too good for a commoners’ drink?”
Almost immediately after he told Cassie he was going to rest, Serix passed out. Sleep was a sweet relief after everything he had just been through during the interrogation. He wished he could just lie on the ground forever and never have to wake up again, but unfortunately he knew that was impossible. He had to keep fighting for Cassie; he couldn’t give up after just one interrogation.

So, when the first guard entered the hold that next morning, Serix forced himself to wake up. He lay on the ground for a moment, mentally evaluating his condition before making any attempt to move. The wounds on his back didn’t pain him nearly as much as the night before, which was a good sign that they were healing. His worst discomfort was the incessant headache he had from the lack of food and water. He was beginning to crave food so badly that he could almost smell it…

…Wait a minute.

Serix sat up slowly, wincing when he felt another short burst of pain in his back. He looked up to see Ray walking in with two bowls of food. The human slid one under his door and the other under Cassie’s, explaining that he wasn’t going to let them starve. He glanced at Serix with an almost sympathetic expression. Almost. It wasn’t much, but it was enough to give the Lunairan hope that he would be able to persuade the others of his innocence.

The rest of the day went by without much activity. Serix spent much of it napping in his cell as he recovered from the events of the previous night. He only got up again when the humans returned to bring him to his next interrogation. He looked at each of them searchingly. Had they found the passage or were their defenses intact? Were they going to hear him out this time or were they just going to beat him again? Their blank expressions told him nothing.

Serix’s heart began to speed up as Jake stepped forward to unlock the cell door. He dreaded the thought of going back to that dark cavern where he was completely vulnerable to whatever forms of torture they had planned for him. His eyes darted to Cassie as Monty and Connor stepped over to lead him out. He swallowed and looked back at the two males, steeling his resolve. He had to go through with the interrogation. It was his only way to get out of the hold. Whatever pain the humans inflicted on him would be worth it if it meant that he and Cassie could live normal lives again.

Monty and Connor dragged Serix along as the group walked to the interrogation room. Once there, they arranged themselves as they had before. Ray, Jake, Connor, and Gunner all sat at the table while Ryan and Monty stood by to conduct the interrogation. Ryan tossed Monty another short rope and crossed his arms over his chest, glaring at Serix, “You know the drill. Take your shirt off.”

Serix wavered for a moment, eyeing the whip that lay coiled on the side table. He turned away from the weapon and closed his eyes, slipping his shirt over his head and tossing it into the corner as he had done the previous night. Behind him, Monty let out a whistle, “Damn. Hey, Ryan, check it out. The alien’s gashes are already starting to close. These bastards really do heal five times as fast as us.”

“It doesn’t matter,” Ryan said. “If the old wounds close, we’ll just cut him some new ones. Now hurry and tie him up so we can start.” He waited for Monty to bind Serix’s hands and tie him to the hanging chain again, and then turned to Jake. Once he was given the signal to begin, Ryan turned back to Serix, “Because we’re reasonable, we decided to go ahead and examine our defenses. Unfortunately for you, we didn’t find the ‘secret passage’ you tried to sell us on.”

“What?” Serix’s eyes grew wide. The unknown tunnel was his only chance at freedom. “A-are you sure? You must have overlooked something. It has to—” He screamed when he felt the whip lash across his back. His vision went momentarily spotty. Was it his imagination or did the weapon hurt even worse this time? He peered over his shoulder to see Monty holding the end of the whip, letting its thin end drag on the ground. There was something embedded in it that caught the light.

“We went easy on you yesterday,” Ryan spoke up, noticing Serix’s surprise. “We just beat you with the plain whip.” He eyes turned cold. “This one has a couple of glass bits in the end. I was hoping they might persuade you to be more cooperative with us. Now then, stop arguing and tell me the truth: You were the one who brought that Lunairan into our home, weren’t you?”

“I didn’t do it,” Serix insisted. “Please, check by the river again. You must have missed something! I can’t—” He cried out as the whip struck him again, tearing open his old wounds. He caught his breath as another thought came to him, “Who… who helped you search for the passage?”

“Why does that matter?” Ryan glared at him. “It makes no difference who was on the search team. The results will always be the same.”

“Who helped?” Serix asked again, his tone slightly more urgent.

Ryan looked at him warily, “Fine. If it will make you shut up about this imaginary tunnel, I’ll tell you. It was me, Jake, Jerry, Gunner, Connor, Sarah, and Hunter. Now let’s get on with—”

“Where did Hunter look?” Serix interrupted.

“What are you trying to say?” Ryan hissed. He seemed to realize that Serix was accusing Hunter of betrayal.

Serix hesitated, “I just think that… maybe you should double check. He might have missed something.” He felt the whip lash across his skin again and he gasped, going on hurriedly before Ryan could open his mouth to speak, “Please, just check again! That’s all I ask.”

“I’ll do it,” Gunner said from where he sat. “Hunter was down by the river, right? There’re lots of crevices down there. He could have skipped over something. Might as well look, y’know? I can even bring Dash with me.”

“There’s no point,” Ryan turned to him. “The alien’s just making up lies to save his skin.”

“Well I’d rather go look around the river than sit here and watch you beat him half to death,” Gunner rolled his eyes and got to his feet. “Hunting for alien tracks is way more fun.” He walked around the edge of the room and exited into the tunnel.

Ryan shook his head and muttered, “He’s just wasting his energy.” He turned back to Serix. “Don’t get your hopes up. I’m not gonna wait around for him to get back. We’ll continue the interrogation as planned.” He stepped closer to the Lunairan. “Was anyone else in on your little plan? How many aliens did you tell about us?”

“None,” Serix answered angrily. “I’m not involved with any of them anymore. I told you: I left my people for Cassie.”

“And I told you,” Ryan spat. “I don’t buy that for a second. Maybe this will convince you to be more truthful with us.” He signaled something to Monty, and Serix stifled another howl as the human struck him with the whip three more times. His legs trembled slightly, threatening to give way, but he continued to glare challengingly at Ryan. He wouldn’t let the human have the satisfaction of knocking him off his feet.

Ryan waited for Serix to steady his breathing before he went on, “Since you’re unwilling to tell me who else is involved in your plans, I’ll ask you this: What were you planning to do when you hid them all inside? Were you plotting an ambush to kill us all or what?”

“I don’t know what the Pilot was planning,” Serix replied, staring down at the floor so the human wouldn’t see how unfocused his eyes were. “I wasn’t part of it. For all I know, he could have stumbled upon your hideout by accident and tried to attack on impulse.”

“This isn’t getting us anywhere,” Ryan growled, beginning to pace back and forth in thought. After a moment, he stopped and looked up at Serix with a look on his face that gave the Lunairan chills. “You can fight,” he observed. “Were you part of your people’s military?”

“Sort of,” Serix said uneasily. “I never officially completed my training. Why do you ask?”

“Good,” Ryan said, ignoring the question. “Then you can tell me all about Lunairan battle strategies and technology, can’t you?”

“I only know what my rank would have permitted,” Serix answered hesitantly.

“And what would that be?”

Serix paused again. Even though he had left his people, it still felt wrong to give away their confidential information, especially when it was something that could end with the loss of lives in a war. He glanced over his shoulder at Monty. The human glowered back at him and flexed his bloodstained whip, sending a wordless threat. Serix turned away from him with a shudder. He had to say something or they would just torture the information out of him anyways. He looked back at Ryan, “I know a few drills and formations, as well as the standard weapons and other technology that the foot soldiers use.”

“Now we’re getting somewhere,” Ryan smirked. “How about you start by telling me about some of the most common formations you aliens use in combat?”

“Hey, Ryan,” a voice said from the entrance of the cavern. Gunner had returned. He entered the room with his dog trotting along at his feet. The animal’s nose twitched at the smell of Lunairan blood, but it remained otherwise calm. Gunner walked up to Ryan with an amused look on his face, “You’ll never believe it, but the alien was right. I brought Dash to the river and he sniffed out an unmarked tunnel near the rapids. I didn’t follow it, but I’ll bet you anything that passage leads up to the surface.” He glanced at Serix. “Looks like our intruder really did get in on his own. I have no idea how Hunter missed that.”

Ryan turned back to Serix as well, “Looks like you got lucky. I’ll give you one more day while we investigate this.”

“Err… Ryan,” Gunner went on. “There’s one other thing: I found some bloodstains on the rocks inside the tunnel. They look like they’re a few days old, which means that our alien invader has been here since before the bonfire, and he was already injured when he arrived.”

“What?” Ryan said in surprise. His eyes flicked to Serix for a moment and he turned to Monty. “Take the Lunairan back to his cell. I need to see this for myself.”

Monty gestured for Connor to come help him as he untied Serix’s wrists from the chain. The Lunairan sighed in relief and slowly lowered his arms while Connor splashed his back with another bucket of water. He found his shirt and slipped it back over his head, biting his lip as the fabric rubbed against his fresh wounds. He might have only received five lashes that night, but with the addition of the glass shards, his shoulders burned as if it had been fifteen. He hoped the evidence of the hidden tunnel would be enough to prove that he had nothing to do with the Pilot. He didn’t think he could stand another round of whipping like that.

The two humans guided him back to the hold, moving slowly so he wouldn’t collapse, and dropped him off in his cell. Immediately after they let go of his arms, he staggered and had to hold on to one of the metal bars for support. He closed his eyes, silently cursing himself for showing such weakness. He glanced at Cassie. Maybe he could just play it off as fatigue? It wouldn’t be too difficult. He already felt like fainting from the pain in his back.

Serix yawned and sat down on the stony floor, looking at Cassie across the divide and offering her a weary but hopeful smile, “Hey, guess what? We might be getting out of here soon. They found the tunnel Hunter used to sneak the Pilot in.”
Okay! Hopefully I'll get around to it soon XD
I got like four hours of sleep last night, so I dunno if I have the energy to get over this ridiculous writer's block tonight. I'll probably just work on my post in small pieces at a time until I finish it lol I really do want to move on with the story! :)
I like that idea :)
I don't think it could be someone from the other kingdom because they could just report them to their king and stop their plans.
What if instead its someone native who heard about their mission, but he/she doesn't want their kingdom and Younis to be joined together?

EDIT: I love how Penelope totally ruined Crow's attempt to mess with her XD
What Penelope called a lack of self-restraint was, to Crow, a way of life. He shrugged apathetically at her judgmental words. There was no reason for her to be upset. Perhaps using another person wasn’t considered honorable to members of her status, but it had been a benign trick. He hadn’t hurt anyone, and it wasn’t like the servant had expected anything more to come from his flirting. He had made her feel good about herself with his complimentary words, she had pointed him to the nearest source of food, and they would both never see each other again. If anything, the knight should have been grateful that he’d done the work of locating dinner for the both of them.

He smirked amusedly when she ‘reluctantly’ agreed to let him eat. Her complaining belly was proof that she was just as hungry as he was. Though she tried to cover it up, he wasn’t going to let her off the hook that easily. “Right, and you’re not hungry at all?” he pilloried, elbowing her teasingly in the side. “I think your stomach disagrees.” Revenge for shoving him earlier. It was petty, but it was the most he could do to assert himself when his guards held all the power. For good measure, he laughed and started towards the dining hall, indicating her to follow him. “Come on. William wouldn’t like it if you left me alone in a place where I could ‘cause trouble.’ So let’s see what kind of food this part of the kingdom has to offer.”

He opened the door, holding it for Penelope to step through first—he had to keep up his act to win her over, after all—and entered after her. Like the rest of the inn, the dining hall was eloquent. However, Crow wasn’t interested in the décor. He wasted no time in seeking out an empty table and sitting down with Penelope, excited to have his first real meal since his incarceration. All the food that he and the other prisoners had eaten had been old and stale. He could barely remember what fresh produce tasted like. Sitting in a real restaurant that smelled of cooked dinners and strong drinks reminded him yet again that he was on his way to becoming a free man.

Wasting no time, he flagged over a bar wench to take their orders. The girl walked up to them with a bemused expression, having likely never seen a pair as odd as them before. Female knights and ragged thieves didn’t commonly frequent high-end establishments like this one. Fortunately, she was professional in her mannerisms and covered her intrigue with a businesslike friendliness. “What can I get for you, today?” she asked with a smile, only giving away her condescending thoughts with her eyes.

“I’m not picky,” Crow answered with a shrug. He couldn’t have cared less what the girl thought of him. “Just bring me as much food as you can pile on a small plate. I want to eat like a king tonight.” He winked at Penelope. It didn’t matter what she did to try and decrease the size of his portions. He would find a way around it. Besides that, he was beginning to realize that he enjoyed riling her up. It was entertaining to crack her humorless façade and make her scowl when he irked her. Every opportunity to do so was like a game to him, and he played to win.

Pushing his boundaries once more, he placed his hand on top of hers and smiled as if they were together, a gesture which likely confused the wench as much as he hoped it angered Penelope, “What would you like, dear?”
“The questions were mostly the same as before,” Serix answered her, closing his eyes for a moment as he was struck with another wave of pain. He waited for it to pass, and then looked up at Cassie again. “Among other things, they asked me if I was in league with the Pilot, and I told them I wasn’t. They still don’t believe me, so they… we argued about it.” He let out his breath in a soft exhale. “In the end I told them to check their defenses again and see if there’s a hidden passage somewhere that they might have missed. I didn’t say it to them at the time, but I think Hunter must have found another entrance somewhere and used it to sneak the Pilot in. They’ll never believe that Hunter helped him, but if they find a passage, I can try to convince them that he got in on his own, which is the next best thing. I don’t care if Hunter gets caught anymore. I just want to get out of this place.” He didn’t want to go back to that nightmarish cavern where the humans treated him like an animal.

Serix hesitated for a moment when Cassie stretched her hand towards him. He did want to reach out to her, but moving his arms at all was extremely painful because of the gashes in his shoulders. Still, he couldn’t let Cassie know that something was wrong. He took her hand in his, forcing himself to ignore the burn in his muscles when he moved. If this was the result of just one day of interrogation, he dreaded to think what two or even three would be like. He hoped the humans would discover a hidden passage before tomorrow night. At least then he might have a chance at persuading them that he was innocent.

Serix’s vision blurred once more as he was almost pulled into unconsciousness. He blinked, trying to force the haze away, and looked up to meet Cassie’s blue-eyed gaze, “Sorry if that explanation was vague. I’m exhausted.” Despite his efforts to stay awake, he could still feel himself slipping out of awareness. He closed his eyes again and spoke quietly, “I think I’m going to sleep now. We can talk more in the morning, okay? I love you, Cassie.”
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