Orrin looked up at Arrosh through dazed, bloodshot eyes, "You give your word that you will not bring any harm to Queen Aravis or her party?" The words were spoken quietly and in between gasps of breath.
"Yes." Arrosh nodded, looking around to see a large rat coming from where the party stood, a Narnian? Or did the ship merely have rodents of unusual size stowed away somewhere? Either way, something needed to happen and fast.
"We need to agree to not be against each other, sir." Maybe if he twisted it that way it wouldn't seem as bad if the man lived. Did he have it in him to kill a man already dying?
No. He would not think of the past. All he had was the future and he wouldn't even have that if he didn't have his little sister.
"Please, we cannot go on as enemies, Sir."
A/N~ Hello, folks! I've noticed that a couple new people have found my story and are interested in it. Thank you!
In return, I'm just updating this to let you know I am not abandoning this story. But I am currently writing another piece. Due to my complete inability to multitask, when that is finished I shall return to this story. I still have a couple ideas for Arrosh and crew up my sleeve as of yet!
So thank you in advance for your patience and I hope everyone has a fantastic week!
