C. Schmidt - Hock City

“Can’t go back there.”

“Right, they will check there first. Okay, well find us somehow; send us a signal. Just deal with him later. He is the only one who knows what happened to our father. If you kill him then you kill information we need. Besides, he will be obsessed with finding you, now that he knows you are alive. Have him come to us, on our terms. You are strong – yes – but you are stronger with us at your sides. I can help somehow.”

Kinth sat down on a barrel of ale, and stroked his beard; he listened to Langston’s offer.

“Go, now. I will find you.”

“But –“

“Go!”

The doors in the room opened, moments after Kinth shoved Langston into the tunnel. He moved a few barrels of ale in front of the hole to block the entrance. Then he pretended to be bound to the column that he had been before.

“Ah, my brother Kinth,” the Guardian looked around as he spoke. “Wait. Wait a minute. I told you to bring them all to the cellar!”

“We did, sir.”

“Well, where are they? Find them!”

“They are long gone. Out of your reach, brother .”

“Nothing is out of my reach.”

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