Warden

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The first guard I saw took me to the warden when I asked.

"Hello, convict. What do ya want?" The warden asked, puffing a wisp of smoke. Holding in my rage, I politely reply without any emotion in my face. "I'm the kings advisor. I'd like to look through the prisoner files."

"Oh? And why should I trust you?" The warden asks, almost amused. "Sir, sorry to interrupt, but I'll vouch for him. I was there when he caught the escapee, and when he was given the position of kings advisor." The female guard behind me says.

"Hmmm... I'll take your word for it, luteniant Eri Black." When the warden turns to his computer to pull up the files, I turn to look at the blonde girl that had helped me out. She gives a small salute, her blue eyes twinkling mischievously, as if she just helped play a prank.

I whisper thanks before turning around. The warden gets up, and waves permission for me to sit.

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