Soul Slave

Why am I here?

Farangor opened up two large doors that immediately erupted wondrous music the two following him had only heard once before when they first entered the under city. The band was singing with their throat in dwarvish, using two string instruments with horse head ornaments carved on top. There was food everywhere, an entire cooked boar laid stretched across a large feast table with many vegetables and fruits laid out around.

Tankards filled with ale sat on every side of the feast hall, Edward and Vindaes followed Farangor over to Billy who was watching the one chained prisoner.

"Where is my brother?!" Yelled out Farangor at Billy, the music would halt with a shriek.

"He died, the way he lived." Billy said unnaturally, looking at him with pale blue eyes, blinking they'd go back to his regular brown eyes. "He killed Jack, I had no choice."

"In the state he was in?!" Farangor looked to the ground and exhaled, he'd walk away and go sit down at the large table that sat in front of the serving table. He tapped his fingers together in an anxious manner.

Edward and Vindaes looked at each other then to Varanthar, "I hope they let me execute you." Edward said coldly at the now grinning elf.

"Patience... Half breed... You wouldn't want to spoil the fun." Varanthar hissed at them without looking at anyone, staring off in the distance with a grin.

There were many civilians scattered around talking, drinking and feasting as the band fixed up their instruments. Edward and Vindaes let out a sigh of relief, yet they couldn't relax. "About the tournament." Edward approached Vindaes who looked at Edward with a glare at the statement.

"We will not speak of it."

Edward held a stern expression yet looked away at the barred windows, "We are in Saltire... No longer does the depths of the sewers hold safety for us."

"And it never did, nor shall again." Vindaes scoffed.

Edward understood, taking his sword up and down into his seathe; he'd then take off to make himself a plate and a cold glass of ale. Vindaes chose to walk over to a corner and brood, staring at Varanthar and the entrance menacingly. There was a large barn door that was barricaded with several wooden boards, windows on the left and right to it indicated they were indeed inside an abandoned barn as they were barricaded as well.

There seemed to be over thirty refugees inside, partying their life away as if the apocalypse wasn't outside and in earshot range. The bards stopped messing with their instruments and took out large tapestries made of silk, colored red with a white barrier. The bottom was shaped like an arrowhead as they were hung up over the windows to add an ambience, as well as more candles placed around and lit.

Then they'd go back to their little stage that was placed directly in front of the table that Frangor sat at. Oddly enough at his table was only one chair for his solidarity. Edward noticed after plucking himself some roasted turkey, honey glazed ham and an apple with a cold mug of ale he'd walk right up to Farangor across the table from him and place his supper down.

Squinting at the man as he'd take a bite out of his apple, talking with his mouth full. "What was the point in the dwarf pretending to be you, if you're alone at the table?"

Farangor was holding his face within his right palm, propped up by an arm rest, looking at Edward with his left eye through his middle finger and ring. "These are dire times, the people..." He'd clear his throat and sit up looking at Edward with ferocity. "The people can't have the truth hidden from them. That's what this feast is for." Farangor sat back in his chair and looked away from Edward dismissively.