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The men brought Paul to a settlement far away from the city, in fact when they got there, the sun had almost fully risen. 

The man hopped off the horse and pulled Paul down, Paul thought about making a run for it but with the sheer numbers of these people around him he felt it foolish. 

"Ricky? Can you take him to a room? Chris will want to speak with him" The brown haired man asked another who nodded happily, going forward and Paul noticed that the man who was apparently Ricky was the one who had whispered to Paul's dance partner. 

He wondered if that man was Chris. 

Ricky grabbed his arm a little gentler than the brown haired man and walked him off, Ricky looked at him, 

"You're rather compliant" 

"...Figure it'll be worse for me if I struggle" 

Ricky smiled at him and let go of his arm, Paul followed him. 

Ricky lead him into a rather large wooden house, bringing him upstairs and into a room and Paul stopped upon seeing that it was a proper room with a bed. 

"This...isn't a cell" 

Ricky looked at him oddly, "No, it's not" 

"Why treat your prisoners to this?" 

"It's more like giving them the basics to live, Chris would kill us if we let a prisoner die" 

"Chris?" Paul asked and Ricky nodded, 

"Our leader of sorts, he'll be in to speak with you eventually". 

Paul nodded and stepped into the room, hearing Ricky close the door and lock it behind him a cold chill suddenly spread up Paul's back and he sat on the bed which was shockingly more comfortable than the one he had back at the castle.

Laying down, Paul stared at the wall, waiting for this Chris to show up. 



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