Willum passes through out the jail wondering when he would get out. He then finds some parchement and writes "To the town guard or the Comander of the town guard: I Sir.Willum Wildthorn have been in jail for a long time and wish to know when i may be set free. I have gotten word the movement disbanded and that the war may be over. In comparison to the terms Hagen wrote that all who surrenderd would be set free. I am just wondering when that will be.
Sir.Willum Wild thorn
Willum gives the note to a man who had been payed four gold coins to post it on the board. Willum then watches the man run past the skeletons with the note. The man arrives at the board and then posts it.
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The grey shape of a human slides along the jail walls. It stops just beneath the window of Willums cell. Then the shadow grows and a face appears.
"I have read your note, you poor and unlucky fellow. And therefore I decided to bring you some little present..."
The stranger places a bottle of wine and a piece of grilled meat on the window sill.
"I have read your note, you poor and unlucky fellow. And therefore I decided to bring you some little present..."
The stranger places a bottle of wine and a piece of grilled meat on the window sill.
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A heavy, armoured hand rests on the man´s shoulder.
As the cloaked figure twirls around, he looks into two blue eyes, staring unforgiving at him out of a dark skinned face. The man is clad in armour and wears the silver-blue uniform of the town guard. Behind him, two other guardsmen stand ready, eyeing the scene suspiciously.
"If you want us to stay polite, stranger, you should leave this place immidiatelly."
The man turns around and walks over to the entrance of the prison building, not paying any more attention to the stranger. The sound of a heavy lock can be heard in the corridors and cells, as the small group enters with heavy footsteps. They stop infront of a special cell and unlock the door, the rusty angles produce an awful sound and the dim light of the torches falls into the dark cell. With emotionless features the man speaks towards the shadows:
Willum Wild thorn!
Your time in prison is over, you will be released now.
Only slightly he lowers his voice and speaks in a tone, which sounds only slightly threatening:
You better do not forget, that you will be considered as warned from now on. Every word you speak, every action you do, will be watched closely and if there is anything, that could be taken as questioning the guard´s authority, you should not expect the guardsmen to show much patience towards you.
As you should know, you are expected to stick to a quiet, peaceful life, from now on. You are not allowed to participate in any organisation with a political goal and you will not raise arms for whatever cause. If it is truely your wish to live in peace, these terms are acceptable.
And now, away with you, before we reconsider our decision. And better give the undead a wide berth, which roam the woods.
The soldiers lead the prisoner out of the building, lock the door and leave him alone after this, disapearing between the trees, that flank the road to Troll´s bane.
As the cloaked figure twirls around, he looks into two blue eyes, staring unforgiving at him out of a dark skinned face. The man is clad in armour and wears the silver-blue uniform of the town guard. Behind him, two other guardsmen stand ready, eyeing the scene suspiciously.
"If you want us to stay polite, stranger, you should leave this place immidiatelly."
The man turns around and walks over to the entrance of the prison building, not paying any more attention to the stranger. The sound of a heavy lock can be heard in the corridors and cells, as the small group enters with heavy footsteps. They stop infront of a special cell and unlock the door, the rusty angles produce an awful sound and the dim light of the torches falls into the dark cell. With emotionless features the man speaks towards the shadows:
Willum Wild thorn!
Your time in prison is over, you will be released now.
Only slightly he lowers his voice and speaks in a tone, which sounds only slightly threatening:
You better do not forget, that you will be considered as warned from now on. Every word you speak, every action you do, will be watched closely and if there is anything, that could be taken as questioning the guard´s authority, you should not expect the guardsmen to show much patience towards you.
As you should know, you are expected to stick to a quiet, peaceful life, from now on. You are not allowed to participate in any organisation with a political goal and you will not raise arms for whatever cause. If it is truely your wish to live in peace, these terms are acceptable.
And now, away with you, before we reconsider our decision. And better give the undead a wide berth, which roam the woods.
The soldiers lead the prisoner out of the building, lock the door and leave him alone after this, disapearing between the trees, that flank the road to Troll´s bane.