“So remind me again, one, why we keep this man alive, two, why we are to help him?” Hearthgon asked, looking into Oathbreaker’s eyes. “He is an ally to a human sympathizer to our cause, the sympathizer passed with the local dryads, and he has lost his way, tricked into working with his enemies.” Oathbreaker replied, no emotion in her voice. “I’ve heard the story, the human witch studying with the dryads, the one that held the enemy back for long enough for us to surround the enemy.” Einkapf said. “If I might add, even if I hold hatred for your kind, I’ll unite against a common enemy.” Ron added, head hung low, speaking in a quiet voice. “Very well, do you know where this woman is being held?” Hearthgon asked. Ron looked up at Oathbreaker, a look of hope on his face. “A tavern with cells in the back, where one’d put someone who you didn’t want them to be seen. It looks like a normal tavern, but it’s cleverly built to hide a prison where a larger kitchen than they have would be. The Oaken bar, used to be owned to the proud clan of humans, the Oaken council. They used to imprison those who went against them there, but that was before the CGB exterminated them, or so they thought, they just scattered the council around the world.” Oathbreaker said, pointing to a point on a map, just outside of the Shrieking Forests. “That’s awfully close to the Shrieking Forests, if I was to hide a prisoner, I’d go into the forest.” Einkapf said. “Please, would you willingly take a prisoner that you were using as a bargaining chip to a place none return from? We’ll continue as planned.” Ron snapped.
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Fearless
General FictionThe dangers of a world bound in cruel religious doctrine become lessons in bravery.