Rp Part Two
Some unknown time later...
P2: His eyes began to open, drearily, as he blinked slowly as if having a hard time trying to open them. As he blinked rapidly, his vision cleared from being previously blurred. Haimirich's gaze glanced around the area, more so the...room? If you could call it such. It was cold, damp, and dark save for the small amount if outside light source. A searing headache would return to him then, reminding him of the incident at the bar, the last memories he had coming back, now, as he tried to move but found himself bound.
So that was it? He was to be captured? So much for that plan... He thought to himself, as tried yanking the ropes to break free. He had to get out, dammit! But to no avail, it seemed.
P1: "Don't bother."
There was a frail girl sitting in the corner with her back to the wall, looking at Haimirich with interest.
P2: His eyes shot up, then, to only to discover a thin girl, bound with the same rope. Although it was dark, he still somehow could faintly see her bruised eyes and bloody wrists.
P1: She lifted her hands bound in the same cords. "I already tried." She let her hands fall to her lap.
P2: He calmed then, slightly. "The hell is this place?"
P1: She smiled incredulously. "You have no idea what you got yourself into, huh?"
P2: "Gotten myself into? What?"
P1: "Do you remember how you got here?"
P2: "No. I haven't the slightest clue who you are, what this place is even." He'd reply, truthfully.
P1: "Damn."
"We're in a prison. Dungeon, more like."
P2: "I was in a bar, got into a fight, got...knocked out, and viola...here I am with you, lass."
P1: She looked at Haimirich's face.
"You aren't a bounty. Either you seriously pissed Mr. High and mighty off or you have something he wants."
P2: Sighing, he'd listen to her before replying. "Lass, I swear, the gods must've blessed you with vagueness. Because you're being rather damn well vague."
"Who is he?"
P1: "A noble with too much power."
P2: "All right...Wait." He'd think for a moment. "Where are we, do you know that much?"
P1: "Someones coming." She hushed him.
P2: He'd keep quiet as she directed, not particularly looking to make matters worse. Even as confused as he was.
P1: She eyed the patrol carefully, watching him walk by.
"If asswipe finds out your awake he will come to get you out. He might torture you, I don't know, but we can't afford it."
"I don't know which of his caverns we are in. I escaped for about a month and went towards the northeast, but this place looks much the same."
P2: "He can try all he like," He'd scoff. "I won't break so easily."
P1: Her eyes cloud over. She doesn't outright acknowledge his words with a response.
P2: "And Northeast you said? Then that leads me to belie- oh," He'd pause upon seeing her in such state.
P1: She looked away from him. "The last time I tried to escape they had bulked up the manpower. For the most part, we can get through unseen, but I don't have the strength to push through the last bit."
