It had been exactly twenty-four hours since Jude ran away to avoid getting caught by the king's soldiers and Carl and Festus had gotten locked up by the king.
It had been a complete twenty-four hours since they got locked and they had not eaten anything during their period and up till now.
"I am starving." Carl yawned as he sat up against the prison wall.
The whole area was dark given that it was nighttime but the dimmed light coming from Festus' staff was enough to light up their cell just enough for them to see.
"Well that's the way it is with prisoners, they are always starved," Festus said. He seemed disturbingly relaxed about the whole thing.
"Can't you just use your magic to leave here and go get us some food since you won't agree to break us out?" Carl said.
"I promised not to use my magic to get out and even if I do get out, I don't think I have enough money to get food for the both of us," Festus said.
