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The torch light was dim and they had an easy enough time slipping past the various guards. It was a matter of where to go next. He had heard that the orc had been moved to isolation, that would be a good place to start.

They were ready to move when he heard voices.

"Yes sir, you were right. We did pick up one of yours."

"Really? What exactly did he do?"

"Thievery. That sort of thing."

"Ah, well…is there any chance of me getting him out?"

"Not so sure about that, the man needs to learn a lesson…serve out a sentence."

"Oh, well…that's a pity isn't it?"

"Sorry sir, but there's nothing I can do."

"Mind if I ah…go talk to the thief?"

"If you must sir, I'll take you to him."

Illyath followed the guard down the hall, all the while he was trying to get his bearings. Hall…door…hall…door to stairs…hall…Agraelith…Ream…wait. He did a double take. Sure enough Agraelith and Ream were pressed against a wall watching him. So that was where the boy had gotten to. Smart kid, he was very impressed.

Giving a quick flick of the wrist to acknowledge them he continued on his way. Once the rounded the corner he hit the guard with as much force as he could muster. Satisfied that the guard would be out for a while he dragged him to a cell and nudged him in, shutting the door he felt satisfied as he heard the lock click into place.

He joined Agraelith and Ream. "Glad you joined us my friends…and what exactly are we doing now?"

"Where's Carya?"

"She went to find the orc, I do believe she went through there," he pointed to the doors that led to the stairs. "I saw it open and shut…didn't open again so I'm assuming she's still down there. Shall we join her?"

"Damn her," Agraelith hissed.

"Er, care to explain the outburst?" Illyath rarely heard his friend curse, when he did it was because something was about to go very very wrong.

"Half of the militia is down there, there's no way she can get the orc out. There's no way we can get the orc out."

"I'm glad to know you have so much faith in us. I assure you that it is not impossible," Illyath looked around but his hope was plunging, maybe it was impossible. But they had no choice.

"Will you stop with your…your optimism? Sometimes things can't be done!"

"How about we stop discussing it and do it," Illyath rolled his eyes and headed towards the door. Putting his ear against it he was reached by silence. "I think everything is okay for the moment. Come along."

Pushing the door open he began creeping down the stairs. For a moment Agraelith hated him. Hated him and the elf. They were the same in some ways. Neither of them seemed to sense the danger of situations and if they did they did not seem to care. He had to admit that for the most part Carya had seemed very wary and contemplative but recently it seemed she had become less so. Maybe it was because she was more comfortable in his world than she was. Maybe this was the real Carya. A willful and compulsive woman he had no fear of what was to come.

Carefully Carya slipped by all the armed men and approached the cell. Reaching her arm through the bars she squeezed the orcs arm gently. He tilted his head to let her know that he knew of her presence but in a way that did not give the guards a reason to be suspicious. This was going to be more difficult than she had imagined. It looked as if half the town was there.

Seeing the keys on the guard nearest to her she reached out then hesitated. Someone was bound to see a floating key. How was she supposed to do this? Sitting down she leaned her head against the bars. This was beginning to seem impossible.

"Courage little elfling," the whisper was near her ear and she looked over her shoulder at the orc. He was sitting with his back to her. Reaching her arm once more through the bars she rested her hands on his.

"I do not know what to do…" she whispered.

"I can be of no help to you my darling; I have no idea what you can do either."

She waited for what seemed like eternity, trying to put together a plan. Nothing was coming…nothing was…wait, someone was coming.

Illyath strode purposefully into the room. "Hello all, glad that you have all volunteered your time to guard this…thing." He walked through the group and gazed at the orc with seeming disgust. "I am going to have to ask you all to leave for a moment as I examine the creature."

The guard with the keys stared at him, "Who are you?"

"Why, did they not tell you that I was arriving? My name is Theilan and I was sent from the king. I was told that this orc may be ah, hiding something."

"I've no knowledge of such a visit."

"Check it with your superiors if you must," Illyath sniffed in disdain, "I don't have all night good sir."

Giving each other uneasy looks the men bowed and left, the guard with the keys following soon after.

"Thank you," Carya stood up, keys in hand. Unlocking the door she helped the orc to his feet, "Hurry."

She turned to Illyath, "How much time before they come back?"

"You don't have to worry about that," Agraelith had appeared before them, a body in tow. He dragged it into the cell. "Hurry and help me with the others."

Carya found that she could not move. All she could do was stare at him. He seemed even more handsome than he had when she had last seen him. The exercise that the training put him through was doing him good. But what was he doing there? Ream, of course. That was why he had looked slightly guilty.

"Agraelith?" her voice came out more as a whisper and he looked to where she was standing.

"Carya?"

She realized that he could not see her, "Yes, I am here." She remained invisible not wanting to reveal herself until they were all safe.

Stumbling out into the night they stood for a moment. "Where are we going?" Illyath asked, "We can't go back to my place…we can't go anywhere with the orc…"

"They'll be looking for us as soon as the guards wake up and raise the alarm."

"Agraelith punch me," Illyath turned to his friend.

"What? No!"

"Please? You did it once before."

"I was drunk."

"Just do it!"

"Why?"

Illyath sighed, "Because, if you punch me then leave me back in a cell it won't look like I had anything to do with it. I was the only one anyone actually saw so they'll be coming for me."

"But you gave all the guards a fake name and fake story, they'll be looking for you anyways."

"They'll be fuzzy enough that I'm sure I can get out of it. If you do this then you can go back to my house. There's a place that you can hide if they do for some reason decide to search it. Now punch me!"

Carya, Agraelith, Ream and the orc found themselves scrunched into a rather tiny closet like space. Not exactly comfortable.

"Agraelith…I would like to apologize for overreacting…and for not telling you what I was planning."

"No need to apologize," he said gruffly. The elf was half on top of him and he had to try his hardest not to kiss her in front of the orc and the boy.

"Where is Star?" she asked suddenly.

"Oh, she's out back. You didn't tell us that she'd reach the size of a small horse so fast."

Carya smiled, so the cat had finally reached her growth spurt, she could not wait to see her.

"How long are we going to be crammed in here?" Ream groaned.

"Be patient child," the orc said softly.

They waited for who knew how long. The door suddenly swung open and they practically tumbled out to find an amused looking albeit bleeding Illyath staring down at them. "Nice to know you guys bonded while I was gone."

"What happened?" Agraelith asked the question first.

"Nothing really, they just asked me some questions, I managed to talk the militia into believing that they imagined me coming down there. We're all off the hook. Although you might want to go back to the barrack's and make up some excuse of why Ream was so intent on finding you and why you were gone."

Agraelith glanced at Carya, he was sure he could come up with a good alibi.


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