I kneeled and was about to leave when Lord Godfrey's snobbish voice stopped me.
"Look, I know you're a thief, but for some reason the king has chosen to put his trust in you. So fine by me if King Greymane wants you to risk your life to rescue a known traitor. Do me a favor while you're out there and kill these cursed fleabags."
My eyes narrowed. "And why should I do anything for you?" I snapped.
"I will pay you for your... troubles." I couldn't turn that down. I'd always needed money... and armor.
"Alright. Get me some bracers and I'll do it." I taunted. He couldn't turn me down either.
"Fine. Just be on your way." I smiled and turned around, heading for the prison. That's where Godfrey tried to send me, anyway. The prison was huge, with only one entrance, large walls surrounding it on every side, watchtowers at every corner, and a large steeple, like on a church in the very back. When I looked in, everything was crazy. There were beasts everywhere, and the guards were all fighting at least one. Hopefully they could keep them occupied enough for me to sneak in. Of course they did. I headed straight for the tower to my left, where a man with long red hair stood, sword in one hand, shield on his other arm. He was ready to fight, but none of the creatures had made it in. At least not that I could see. The tower was made of thick stone, and a long, winding wooden staircase lead to the top.
"Captain Broderick, it's good to see you." I said to the guard. His face lit up when he saw me, but I didn't have time to stay. I told him about what Greymane had said about saving Crowley, and his smile fell.
"Greymane wants to save Crowley? Has he gone mad?"
I just shrugged. "Please Broderick, I really don't have time. I have to get to him as soon as possible." I could tell he was mad, but he sighed and went on.
"I don't understand why the king wants to waste time saving his hide, but if you want to risk your life, then be my guest. Crowley and his men are holed up upstairs, probably plotting against the king as we speak!"
"Thanks Broderick, thank you thank you!" I said, giving him a quick hug and then hurrying up the long staircase. It was quiet, which was weird considering all the fighting that should be going on. I slowed as I got closer to the top. Goosebumps appeared along my arms, and I knew there was something up there. And then they were on me. Two of the beasts lunged at me, and I barely had time to get out of the way. But I had always been good at fighting, and pretty soon they were just ugly corpses. There was a bridge that connected this tower to another one, and across the way was another worgen, but he hadn't seen me yet. I had to hold back my gasp as I saw a guard lying in the middle of the bridge, his body torn, like he was nothing but a toy. I ran across the bridge, meeting the worgen and cutting my axe through his chest. Then I went onto a huge platform, like a deck, where I saw Crowley and a small group of men. He had abandoned his shirt, and he didn't have a weapon, but instead had wrapped dirty linen around his fists. His hair was long and reddish brown, and he wore an eye patch over his right eye.
"Crowley!" I called so I wouldn't scare them. They whipped toward me, their eyes wild. "I've been sent to help. Wait, what happened?" I noticed one of the men was lying there unmoving, and an older guy was kneeling over him. The last was the only one who had a weapon, a piece of wood with a long nail sticking out of it. He had blonde hair and his clothes were partially torn.
"One of those mangy fleabags got Dempsey real good. We cannot move him until we stabilize his bleeding. Give us a hand holding back these mongrels. A couple of minutes is all we need, sister!" Crowley exclaimed, almost pleading. How could I not agree? Almost immediately after, hordes of the big dogs were coming at us from all sides, jumping from the roofs of surrounding houses and from the cathedral. We met them head on, the three of us, Crowley, nail guy, and me, against what seemed like a hundred. I got a few scrapes, but nothing major. I could barely believe that we had done it. "We did it." Crowley breathed, a small smile on his face. "Thanks to you a good man has survived." I smiled back.
"Anything to help." I said lightly. Suddenly Crowley's voice was grave. Well, graver than it had been already.
"Listen..." He raised his eyebrows.
"Oh, Night Rose." I said quickly, and he nodded.
"Night Rose. For the first time since the civil war I agree with Greymane. Now is the time to put aside our quarrel. It sure doesn't look like these beasts care much whether you're a rebel or a royal. Send word back to Greymane. My men will join his. There's a safehouse not far from here, in Josiah's cellar. My lads stashed some heavy artillery there. Tell our king that my arsenals are now at his disposal." I nodded.
"Ok, I will. Thank you for helping us, Crowley." He winked in return and I hurried back down the way I had come, killing any and all of the mongrels that got in my way.