~*~*~*~ Chapter 2 *******
*What just happened to your friend?” asked the serving maid, who had been hovering near their table almost the entire time.
“Not quite sure…” muttered Kzahar. She slid away wordlessly.
Krystal was on her feet already, gathering her swords and bag. Adrian grabbed her arm. “What’re you doing?” he demanded.
“We have to go free him!”
Emmaris rolled his eyes. “Sit,” he commanded. Adrian jerked her back into her seat, while she shook with fury. *Krystal, we can*t go after them.”
“Why not?”
“Because he’ll be in a prison filled with the King’* men,” he stated, as though she was stupid. “One,” he ticked the points off on his fingers, “It’d be a miracle if we broke through there, got him, and got out alive. Two, we can** risk discovery. We have to lay low, if we draw attention there’s the chance someone will recognize us, and then our plan is ruined.”
Krystal shrugged Adrian’s arm off and slumped back in the chair, arms crossed. *Three,” she added, “traitors die if found guilty, which is practically every time. If we don’t do something, Bond will die!”
“Our chance of saving him is minimal. Is it worth it to waste our lives, while we can still follow through?” input Maston.
Krystal’s eyes flashed as she glared at him and snapped, “Easy for you to say, your girlfriend’s right here and safe!” Arwing and Maston both recoiled.
“Krystal, you know they’re right,” said Kzahar softly. “We have to just go. Bond left the gold, we should take it and get moving. Once we have control of the throne, if it’s not too late, we can order him freed.”
There was no discussing it with them. She couldn’t win. Sullenly, she followed them out of the rioting tavern. Brawls had started as people argued over Bond’s story. The warriors hurried into the street, where Adrian asked of a passerby, “Where might we buy some horses?*
02-Jun-2007 20:52:29