He couldn't cry anymore, he didn't think he had any tears left and his throat was sore, at this point there was nothing left to do but walk back to the Lorik. After a little while he gave up though, he crawled up under a tree to shield himself from the rain and he lay there with his back up against it, praying.
He was surprised that he woke up, though he could tell it had been a long time, it was late at night now. His leg's ached miserably from running so long, but he would catch a fever and die out here if he didn't find better shelter soon, He stood, despite the wicked pain he felt, and began hobbling toward the Lorik as fast as he could, he stumbled once or twice into the mud but something forced him back up. Ember patted against his legs as he hobbled, the secret to killing these beasts was dangling on his hip, and he was the only one who could bring the news back, it wasn't even up to him anymore. He had to get back to Rob.
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Chapter thirteen: Yorlede
"He's dead sir." The rebel told Robyk. Robyk had spent that whole day in his study, Raylov was the leader of this outfit but for some reason people seemed to be flocking to bring the news to Rob. Yorlede had just sat in his cell, they didn't even give him a chamber pot to make his water in, so he just did it wherever he was sitting and it leaked to the low area in the center of the cell, there it was mixing with the water leaking in from the rainfall. The corner was full of feces that made the cell stink, he was unclothed and soaking wet with rainwater, covered in his OWN water, and his wrists chafed badly from the irons.
He had lost count of the days he'd been in here, the only way he could even tell if it was day or night was if someone opened the door to the guardhouse. He hadn't been spoken to since the knight of tears Valtir through him in here, sometimes he liked to speak to himself to make sure he still had his own voice.
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