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Briar paced across his room. They hadn't left Lord and Lady Farthington's yet, and Briar was in a dilemma for when they do.

"What are you thinking about?" asked Cynthia, watching Briar walk back and forth.

"Oh, just how I'm going to sneak you into coming with us, unless you want to stay here of course." He looked up at her.

Cynthia shook her head rapidly, "Nononono. I'll come with you, and I'll do anything, just don't leave me alone."

"Alright, now we just need to find a way to sneak you into the carriage." A bell rang. "I have to go to supper, but I'll be back, and I'll bring you something to eat."

Cynthia nodded. "Don't be too long."

"I won't." Briar replied as he walked out the door.

"You won't what?" asked Daja, who was just walking out of her door too.

"I er, I won't, ummm, I won't leave my clothes on the floor, you know, the servants are complaining…"

"Servants don't complain."

"Well, they do in this place," Briar said hurriedly and quickly walked away, leaving Daja alone.

**Oh, I'm always left out of things.** Daja thought, ** First Tris and River hook up, then Sandry gets sick, and now Briar's up to something.** Daja looked around slyly. **I think I'll find out what exactly this 'servant' was complaining about.** Daja turned to the door and pulled out her picklocks that Briar himself had given her. She tested all of them in his door until finally one fit. Quickly sneaking in and closing the door, she turned around quick enough to gasp, when she felt the prick of a knife at her throat, and then a loud thump on her head, as she fell to the ground.

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Briar looked around the table. **Daja should be here by now,** he thought. Sandry looked a little worried too, Tris, too focused on River, had no idea about Daja's whereabouts, and seemed a little to distracted to care.

:~ I'm worried,~: Sandry said. :~ Daj' is usually here early, because she wants the best pick. ~:

Briar mind nodded (teehee) in agreement. :~ I know, I hope she's all right. I think we should go find her.~:

:~ Yes, we should,~: agreed Sandry, getting up to go. Someone pulled at her sleeve.

"Lady Sandrilene, where are you going? Dinner's not even half finished"

Suddenly a really, really hurtful pain shot through each of the three's heads. Sandry sat down with a plump, and looked around to see everyone staring at her.

"Oh, I was, just er, stretching my legs." She said, touching her head, pretending to fix her hair.. :~ Sorry, you go, I can't leave their Lord and Ladyship right now.~:

"Are you alright Tris? You look like you're in pain."

:~ What was that??~: Tris cried. Suddenly she realized, :~where's Daj'?~:

:~ We don't know, I'll go find her though.~: answered Briar. :~You too can stay here, I think the adults will think something's up if we all leave. ~:

Tris and Sandry agreed. :~ Call us if you need help, we will come, no matter what anyone thinks ~: Sandry told him.

Briar walked out of the dining room and went straight to the place where he had seen her last. Looking around, he saw a dangling chain that was in his keyhole. Walking up to see what it was, he saw it was one of the picklock chains he had given the girls. **Well, it's obviously not Sandrys, and I don't think Tris has the time to put it here, so it has to be Daja's **

He opened the door to see Daja, sitting tied up in a chair, unconscious, and Cynthia, sitting in front of her, holding a knife, obviously waiting for her to wake up.

"What the hell?"


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