“Heh…” Ruleo managed a laugh as some of the vigor he thought would never return flared.
The shadows changed, and Ruleo’s eyes widened as he recognized Argrave. “Good lord…” the man said, stepping within. There was someone huge at the cell door, though. He saw his keeper, Melanie, holding a torchlight. The sound of many footfalls made him lift his head up. It tugged at his body, but compared to the stake driven through both of his hands, the pressure was nonexistent. Ruleo leaned his body forward against his chains, using them to support his weight. No one else seemed to be trying to fix it, so I spoke to someone.”Īrgrave shrugged dismissively, then looked to the cell ahead. When Argrave stared and waited for more information, he elaborated, “Something was broken. “Nothing, Your Majesty,” the Veidimen dismissed. “Where’s Gala-” Argrave trailed off when he saw the big snow elf rush down the stairs, rejoining them. Argrave waited for her to fit the key in and unlock it, then looked back as his royal guard spread out across the room. Ruleo’s cell was close, likely so that the guards could keep a close eye on him. The cells had been cleared out a great deal in the past few days on account of their fearmongering efforts in Atrus and beyond. Argrave entered, ducking beneath the low-hanging iron bars and entering into the dungeons of Castle Cookpot. He very nearly bumped into Melanie at the bottom. Argrave walked down cold stone stairs slowly, his big feet forcing him to take the steps slowly lest he fall.
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