*Here's the next chapter. It's a short interlude that will lead into the next complaint. Hope you enjoy!*
First Interlude
Caleb sat in a cold cell in the Stockade. He had been there for several hours. He noticed that some of the prisoners cheered at the sight of him, while others simply glared. After eating the sloppiest meal in his life, he was announced by the warden that he has two visitors. Standing up from his corner, he met face to face with them.
It was none other than Varian Wrynn and Jaina Proudmoore, both looking really pissed off.
As they both walked into the cell, Jaina came right up to Caleb and delivered a slap to his face. Again, Caleb did not fight back. He saw that tears were forming in her eyes, as hurt and fury began pouring out.
"How dare you?" she managed, "How dare you speak those lies in front of my people? Just who do you think you are?"
"I'm merely speaking the truth. I really didn't expect someone like you to get this angry. You didn't get any from Thrall, or what?" Caleb spoke with slight arrogance in his tone.
Varian, standing by, was slightly taken aback by this, but before he could respond, Jaina landed another slap on Caleb's face. Caleb felt a little fire magic in that one. He could see the fury in her eyes as she grasped his neck and proceeded to land a punch, before being stopped by Varian.
"Jaina, stop!" Varian yelled over her sobs, "If you strike him now, you'll only prove his point and people will think his lies are truth. I know that what he said pains you deeply, but he has a right to say these things, regardless of whether they are true or not."
Varian now eyed Caleb. "As for you…" the King of Stormwind spoke, "You're free to go."
Jaina shot a look at Varian. "What?" she cried out, "You're letting him go? Again?"
"I have no choice." Varian responded, "As much as I would like to keep him here, he has done nothing that merits the Stockade, as it could be seen as wrongful imprisonment. Too many people know him and this could get out of hand. Now release him."
With an exasperated look, she released Caleb. After he dusted his clothes off, he proceeded to exit the Stockade. Before he did so, he turned towards a saddened Jaina to say, "You would be wise to listen to your friend. As long, of course, as he listens to you…"
With that Caleb disappeared. The King of Stormwind and the Leader of Theramore were left in the cell, now left to ponder what Caleb could have possibly meant by saying that.
*There's the first interlude. Feedback, no matter the type, is always appreciated.*