I didn't care about where the boor was, nor did I care very much about fulfilling Whitlock's request to follow Zane.
I just wanted to escape.
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Eventually nighttime came, I could hear the sounds of the cricket's chirps and the sound of burning firewood popping, crackling and hissing from the ground floor at the bottom of the wall.
I easily determined that there were Defenders guarding these walls and from a few careless conversations from our wardens I understood this was a temporary jail settlement for us "Rogue Adventurers".
In the very walls that protected this kingdom from external threats.
When it was night time I gently tapped on the wall between I and Zane's cells hoping for an answer but after a brief pause, there was none.
I tapped again and again, trying to avoid thinking of the worst possible scenario.
'Was he dead?' I inevitably thought to myself.
