I watched as he draped himself over the chair and looked over everyone's bent heads.

His guards doing the same. I watched as they brought their attention to me and my to them peculiar clothes. Now that I think of it, they were all dressed medievally. The guards in armour and chainmail, the people either in grand dresses or colourful suits. I was the only female wearing trousers in the room.

No wonder they al shut up when I walked in.

The guards' eyes narrowed as they saw me meet Durions gaze, their hands moved swiftly to the swords at their sides but Durion dismissed them with a wave of his hand.

He must be some kind of royalty?

But why did he come for me?

What have I done.

I'd had enough when the people in the room started forming a line to greet Durion.

I got up, and instead of joining the increasing line in order to leave I went straight to the now guarded door.

I narrowed my eyes at one of them. He looked past me, at Durion I assume before nodding and letting me pass.

I didn't want to explore this old time role playing thing so I went straight to the rounded wooden door/gate.

I tried to open it, but it was too heavy. Either that or it had some fancy way of opening that I didn't have the time to deal with.

I thought back to my room and realised that I'd forgotten to look out of the window. I ran up to my room, luckily I remembered the route.

There were guards outside of my room now too.

What the hell is this.

I went up to one of them and warned them never to catch me outside my room again. And then describing in detail exactly what I would do if I did.

By the end of my little rant, they looked quite intimidated.

Good.

I watched them march to the end of the corridor and take up guard there instead.

Stubborn assholes.

I decided to let them be as they were probably acting on orders.

I entered my room to find that someone had unpacked my backpack and the contents were strewn across the bed.

I saw my new phone and checked it, no service.

Great. Dylan's gonna be pissed.

I remembered why I came up here, I was going to find a way out. Only out of this building. I'm not desperate to go back to Romania to say the least.

I changed into my gui, which had somehow found it's way into my bag.

Come to think of it, all my stuff was here.

Nice.

Strange, but nice.

I strapped my katana on and grabbed my arm sheath, slotted the knives. I decoded to add some fingerless gloves for better grip and changed my hi-tops for some sturdy black combat boots and walked over to the window. It was high, but open-able.

Thank god.

I tied my long hair back and opened it wide enough for me to slip out and peered over the edge, it was a stone wall. Perfect.

It was about 200 feet up with plenty of small gaps for hands and feet. There was a tree not to far away that looked good for climbing.

I decided to climb out then go wait up the tree for something interesting to happen.

I lowered myself out of the window and kept a hold on the ridge just below, I easily found foot holes and started my descent.

After a few metres, it became easier and easier.

I stopped every so often to re-assess my tactics and catch my breath.

After about 15 minutes, I was low enough to drop safely.

I let my feet hang down and I let go with my hands, while slightly kicking out to avoid hitting back into the wall, I hit the grass and rolled. I stood up and came face to face with Durion.

"You know if you wanted to go outside, I would have got someone to escort you. The normal way."

"I don't want an escort." I replied.

"Nor is an escort normal in the twenty first century so..."

He looked at me funny..

"It is far from the twenty first century."