Quentin had been alone until a small figure was thrown into the cell with him, unmoving. He immediately went over to him to see how badly he was hurt, and when he rolled him over he saw Allan- looking very worse for wear. He took of one of his large shirts and dabbed it around Allan's body- looking for the source of all the blood- finally finding it in the side of his chest. Apologising in his head he pressed it to the wound and tied the arms of the shirt around his body. He then gently shook him.
"Allan? Come on, mate- wake up." he pleaded with him. He took in all of the injuries to his body and did his best not to weep. It wasn't for another hour that the broken man in his arms stirred. "Allan!"
Looking at Quentin his eyes widened as before second glances- he looked just as Alistair. But the man relaxed once he realised that his was being cradled- not something he could ever expect of Alistair.
"Quent..." He coughed. "I gotta warn... You gotta warn..."
"Gotta warn? What is it?"
"Traitor- there's a traitor... and... you've gotta warn..."
"Me? Why me? Allan?" Allan was giving him a look that he did not like.
"I won... I won.. mek it out of 'ere- you've gotta wa-"
"No Allan, don't talk like that!"
"Alistair." Quentin raised an eyebrow. "He's betrayed you."
"No." Quentin shook his head- no! He would never- he and Alistair had been all each other had- he knew him- he would not betray them. "No he wouldn't."
"Trust me...please." Allan's eyes begged Quentin to believe, but he couldn't- no! "'E been hurtin... me for months... I found... I saw 'is purse, an when I did he..."
Quentin refused to believe that his brother could do such a thing, his head was spinning- why would Allan lie to him? Unless he was the traitor? But no- if he was the traitor- he would not be in this cell looking like death. What if he thought the Alistair was the traitor, maybe he was mistaken? He could have been mistaken- maybe Alistair had taken it from the real traitor- or had pickpocketed a noble or-
"E stabbed me." The walls came crashing down.
"Wh...what?" his thoughts went back to the wound in Allan's side.
"I found out... 'e bea' me up... an 'ee stabbed me... I swear- I tried to figh' 'im off- I tri' e stop 'im, mek 'im see sense- bu'" Allan was using his precious breath to tell Quentin all he knew. Quent, knowing this tried to get him to stop talking the only way he believed he would.
"I believe you. Now, please, save your breath." Hearing a familiar voice echoing from the doorway Quentin turned- about to shout to his brother for help, but then hearing the words the voice was saying he felt his heart plummet. Guards entered the room and opened his cell, with fear in his eyes he tried to protect Allan- but to no avail as he was hit across the face and Allan was taken. For the first time since his mother died Quentin of Eccles cried.