She approaches, her steps moving faster.
A glint of metal can be seen from her hand…
She walks past the two, whispering this to Andrew.
“It begins.”
A person falls down, blood running from the slit on his throat.
Andrew looks towards the fallen man.
A: And it will end pretty quick.
He starts drawing blood from the fallen man , and from his own.
spy rush toward assassin,a golden knife in his hand stab her back, he then pull out some weird clock and mumble something to himself
“I give up. This place is too fancy for me. I may come back again, but I won’t desert my potential guest”
Knowing more about what the castle is like, he walks back through the Forest path, awaiting the arrival of his seemingly very late friend
Iskandar, a bit tipsy from his visit to the bar, is walking in the castle. He leans on his cane, using it to help keeps his balance.
Annebelle looked at her shop. She could feel her heart sinking. But why? She didn’t have any memory of that shop… it looked like it was empty, too…
Flame knocked her restraints against each other, making a sharp metallic noise. G:“You know that’s useless, right? Even if people hear us, they don’t dare go into the cellar, and won’t be able to free us.” Flame staid silent and kept making the loud noises.
Attracted by the noise, Iskandar is attracted to the dungeon.
“My, my. What do we have here?”
G:“Oh, wow, that worked.” Flame and glass were in individual cells, each with a heavy metal collar on that prevented them From moving far away from the wall.
“Prisoners, eh? Waiting for the gallow? A political hostage? The late King Arthur’s toy?”
He chuckles.
“Won’t that be interesting if he’s alive.”
F:“W-we’re not toys!” G:"…I’d say we’re more sentenced to death by old age at this point. They probably wouldn’t want us in public." Glass’s tail wiggled Under her to prove that point.
G:"…but that’s true…why the well would we still be alive?" F:“Don’t say that, glass!”
“Toys, not toys. I heard Prince Nick spends a lot of his time with some prisoners. You, maybe?”
Again, he chuckles.
“Maybe I can persuade King Felone to give you to me.”
F:“Huh?” G:“And…what would you do with us exactly? Maybe we can strike a deal. Pretend we’re sick so you can get us at a lower price.” F:“This is out lives you’re talking about! Y-you can’t just deal them away like that?” G:“Right now, this is a dead end. Maybe the mister over here can offer us an exit plan.”
G:“Honestly… he doesn’t talk much to us. Maybe because flame doesn’t enjoy speaking to her captors.” F:“And maybe because you always look so heartless!” G:"…"