mistakes happen

“Don’t take it personally,” the guard said, slamming a fist into Moonhawk’s prone form.

“A little hard not too, Balbe,” Moonhawk pointed out, between gasps. She saw his eyes narrow at the use of his name, and smiled. The act reopened the cut on her lips, but she ignored it, it was worth it to see his hesitation.

“Tell me who sent you and I’ll end your suffering,” He demanded

“I have, is it my fault you are too stupid …” the rest of Moon’s words were cut off as the air left her lungs. This time she felt a rib snap.It was a minor cantrip to prevent her feeling the pain from it, as she set about healing the damage, but it gave her time to think.

Messengers had been sent, not just Balbe’s, but one of her own too. Any moment now one of then would walk in here and confirm her story.

“I know what you think, Elf,” Balbe said, “ you think that my servant will save you; that my lord actually has any say in what happens in his realm, you would be wrong on both.”

“Finally,” Moonhawk said.

“What?” Balbe asked.

“What part of I was hired by Lord Snocon confused you?” Moonhawk asked, “I never denied it, did I?”

“No.”

“I may have omitted why I was hired. Snocon believed someone was working for his own ends down here, in the dungeon. He wanted to know who.”

“That old fool will never believe you,” Balbe said, closing in on Moonhawk with a knife.

“Oh I think I will,” Snowcon said, grimly. “I need answers, anyway you can get them,” he said to Moonhawk.

Moonhawk smiled. Balbe having traded places with her, at a command.


She smiled, “Don’t take this personally…”

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