!uGYNBMPzOs 02/03/12(Fri)01:12 No.17785232|
You set out into the camp, looking for Lena, Wulf, or both of them. You find Wulf first, who seems to be taking a walk through the camp. You aren't able to catch up with him immediately, and by the time you did, he seems to have ambled over to the prisoner holding area. It is mostly deserted, as only a handful of mortals were defending the bridge you just took, and most of them were arcanists that had to be killed.
However, and handful were captured, but, due to their ragged nature, only a single guard, now dozing in the early night, is there to watch the battered, beaten band, kept separate from each other simply because there are enough bindings and cages to do so still.
You do not realize that Wulf has something in mind, until you notice the light of confusion, and recognition in one of the prisoners eyes. You are a handful of steps behind your protege when you notice, and the prisoner, clearly not believing his eyes, and feeling blessed by his luck at the same time half-mutters "No... it, it couldn't be. He, he died, the whore..." he trails off, and looks up at Wulf as the young man is directly in front of the prisoner "Lord W-" his question is cut short, as Wulf moves in a blur.