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˖*°࿐ chapter fifty-nine. lix. PLEDGE
ALARA IS BRIENNE
CARSON IS THEON
DARNA IS YARA
& SABAS IS EURON
A DONKEY'S BRAY WAS HEARD AS TOBIN, MELORA, ARIN, DORIN, ALLISTER,and Artor walked beside one, multiple khalasar surrounding them protectively, their long dresses and cloaks brushing against the ground as they walked through the streets of Estanding to the Dragonpit Catherine ordered them to go to, the large castle behind them. "Why did they build it?" Melora asks. Allister takes a deep breath before answering, "Dragons don't understand the difference between what is theirs and what isn't. Land, livestock, children; letting them roam free around the city was a problem."
"I imagine it was a sad joke at the end," Arin speaks up, some heads turning to him. "An entire arena, a few sickly creatures smaller than dogs, but in the beginning, it was home to Balerian the Black Dread. Must've been the most dangerous place in the world."
In front of them, Farley and a group of Leygood guards walk up to them, their gleaming red and gold armor are worn proudly, "Maybe it still is." They all stop once they get closer to each other, Farley stepping forward, "Welcome, My Lords." Silence follows. "Your friends arrived before you did," Artor locks eyes with the tall Alara. "I've been sent to escort you all to the meeting." He turns and gestures towards the small group of soldiers, who move to the side with Alara, Arin giving them all a small nod before the khalasar begin to march forward.
The group follows the khalasar, a man nodding at each of them, Arin stopping in front of him. "Pleasant surprise in an unpleasant situation," the dwarf says.
"I never thought I'd see you again, My Lord," the man places his hand on the hilt of his sword but made no move to take it out; he just let it rest there. "Supporting the enemy, no less," Arin turns around, watching the cart pass by.
"Hard to blame you."
"Catherine will anyway."
"I'm glad you're alive," the man gives Arin a smile, showing his teeth. Farley speaks to them, "Come on. You can suck his magic cock later." Arin sighs and continues to walks behind the carts of crates, a Leygood soldier asking Artor about the boxes, "What's in there?" Artor takes one look at him and replies, "Fuck off." The man trails behind, not wanting to get in Artor's way anymore, Alara turning around to face the burned man, letting him catch up to her. "Thought you were dead," she says to him, causing Artor to shake his head. "Not yet," he replies. "You came pretty close."
"I was only trying to protect her," Alara responds, continuing her walk to the Dragonpit.
