The forge where the bandits made their weapons had one window but no clear light as it was the night and everyone was sleeping, only a few left to guard the prisoners but one of them escaped. There were some lanterns around, unlit. Some work-in-progress were scattered around and also some broken things that no one could use. However, every tool was in place and there was a man lying there, sleeping with a bottle of rum next to him.
Mike controlled his footsteps so no sound could be heard. He pulled a sword from a bucket that was used to keep failures and held on it tightly. He had to get out from there and apparently, the only way was the door. He pressed his ear against the door and waited for the outside to calm down. It seemed there was a commotion happening around.
"Did you find him?"
"No, not yet."
"If we don't find him, we are doomed. The chief won't like it and we will be the ones to pay."
