"I am not at liberty to divulge any information like that."
"Can you tell me anything?"
"You won't be waiting long." After this, Glen fell silent, adopting a statue-ish look on his face. He wouldn't even answer me when I said I had an itch. So we sat there for awhile, occasionally meeting each other's eyes and then looking away awkwardly.
Finally, two more beefy dudes came to get us. They untied me, eached grabbed an arm and escorted me down the hallway. I finally understand why people are always getting dragged in movies; it's really hard to walk with guys holding you like that. I could tell they were getting annoyed because I was stumbling every few steps. Eventually we came to a large set of double doors that looked pretty expensive. You know castle doors from something like Game of Thrones? They looked like that. Glen did some secret knock and they swung open soundlessly. And apparently nobody was pulling them open either, which I thought was odd.
There was about a dozen guards on both sides, standing at attention. The room itself was pretty sparse, just a few paintings here and there. But then there was the chair. Actually, it wasn't just a chair. It was a throne. It was mahogany wood with a trim of ebony, and an inlay of gold in the shape of two torches crossing. The woman sat atop it had a weird looking dress on, knee-high boots and long, straight, black hair. At her feet was a black lab and she had a ferret or something in her lap.
"Thank you, Michael," She said to "Glen". Glen-now-Michael nodded his head and walked out of the room. She then turned her gaze on me. It was