Blood, sweat, and the smell of rotting corpses mixed with the pungent stench of congealing bodily fluids on a floor caked with the remnants of the living.
Safe Zone thought he had left all that behind a year ago. Trading one cage for another wasn't his first plan, but at least a government-sanctioned prison pretended like its occupants deserved some modicum of respect.
The smoldering corpse and its acrid fetor stung his nostrils and wormed its way into his mouth and lungs, forcing a quick cough out of him. Only a year, and he had already acclimatized to the less horrific smells of dirty linens and crude prison food. Was it really a good idea to leave all this behind for a volatile stranger's clearly illegal and dangerous request? Safe Zone didn't need a heaven in this world, he just needed a haven--a prison was just as good as any other for him."When did those in power ever take 'No' for an answer?"
A memory of a voice drifted into his mind--a memory he also hadn't thought about for a year, one supposedly held at bay by the safety of the prison walls. What the voice said was true, though, and his left hand fingered the metallic spine of his newly-acquired spellbook to the steady rhythm of his heartbeat. He would have to finish this job, that much was obvious. Things were too well-prepared for their employer to leave any loose ends behind, and he didn't have the social standing to afford stepping into a monster's line of fire.
Safe Zone watched the male elf out of the corner of his eye, keeping his gaze to the floor. He hadn't paid any attention to most of what the elf had been saying, though he wasn't sure he would've cared either way. What he did hear was a fair point made, however.
Surface Tension wrote:Now the question is what exactly was done, or will be to keep us from tossing this case in a river and going about our merry way.
Safe Zone had a vague idea of what would be done to them if they intentionally decided to frag with someone who had the power to set this entire scheme up. He didn't feel like continuing down that train of thought, which meant he had no intention of divulging those thoughts to someone so clearly unconcerned about the consequences.
What he did say was, "Why don't you ask him yourself when he returns?"