[ His legs are a little sore from being dragged around and thrown in a cellar, but they still work fine. A cautious step forward, and he nods, fingers wrapping around the handle of the dagger. The world feels a little bit brighter with a weapon in his hand, no longer helpless. As he stares down at the bloodied corpse of the footman, he gives him a retaliatory kick in the stomach. It's not as satisfying as it would be if he were still alive, but it makes blood spurt out of the Iorveth-made openings in his body. ]
Let's go.
[ He wants to be rid of this place already, but Iorveth didn't come here only to rescue him. ]
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Let's go.
[ He wants to be rid of this place already, but Iorveth didn't come here only to rescue him. ]
The Commandant must be somewhere upstairs.