A/N: I apologize if I took too long to update. I have been sick for a while. enjoy the rest of the story!
Chapter 14
Ayron could feel the rough canvas sack pulled off his head as he slowly opened his eyes. His eyes were met with the sight of a rough hewn table and two chairs within the dark, musty room where he, and two other men, were.
Dark eyes glittered in the dim lantern light as a tall, dark haired, powerfully built man regarded him with some disdain. The other had lighter hair and was shorter, but there was something about those two that caused Ayron to put his guard up.
The dark-haired man grinned, but it was more like a sardonic smirk.
"So pleased you could join us." He snarked. "Would you have a seat?"
It was posed as a question, but in reality it was an order. Ayron was pushed into one of the seats by the person who held him and the dark-haired man sat opposite him. Footsteps from behind receded, telling Ayron that he was now alone with the two men before him.
"Now," his interrogator smiled thinly, "let's get started, shall we?"
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Enganar pulled the unconscious figure across the cobbles and down a flight of stairs. Setting his burden down he took a ring of keys off the wall, hefted the man up again, and dragged it down the stairs. Coming up to an empty cell he unlocked the door and dropped his burden. "Gah!" he complained. "Why do I always get stuck with caring for these prisoners?"
"Maybe," a cold voice growled, "if you weren't so daft you would be more useful. But as it is, you're not."
Enganar jumped as he faced Agrios, a soldier known for his prowess in tracking–and his ruthlessness toward escaped prisoners. He-like Enganar-was in charge of prisoner supervision.
"Keep an eye on that one." Agrios jerked his head toward the prone figure. "And make sure he doesn't escape."
Enganar lowered his eyes and nodded submissively. He knew his place and wasn't foolish enough to try and not do his job. But as Agrios turned his missed the murderous glare Enganar sent in his direction.