Undisclosed Location - Near Vel Anir
"Little bastard shouldn't even be getting a trial." The words rang out loud enough to be heard even down the long dungeon corridor, probably on purpose. Edric had learned shortly after arriving at...wherever it was they had stuck him, that Dodwin, the man now speaking, didn't much like Dreadlords.
Apparently one had scorched his brother or something of the sort, the other Guard hadn't been particularly forthcoming when he'd asked. It was a good enough reason to hate a group of people, Edric reasoned. Besides, a little bit of mistreatment from a Guardsmen was practically a hug compared to what the Proctors used to do.
Not that he'd been inviting any of it.
Ever since Ivan had taken him prisoner in Fel'Darrah-well, ever since Ivan had given him Duncan's coin Edric had been surprisingly well behaved. After half smashing in Lord Forbarr's face from behind the bars of his wagon-cage, the young rogue had done little else but cooperate. When told to do something, he did it, when asked for information, he gave it.
Just as Duncan had told him to do.
Edric didn't much understand the logic of it, but he did it anyway.
He did it because he knew eventually he would break out, because he knew eventually they would come for him, and he knew that once they had; he would seal their trust in him. "Everyone deserves a trial, Dod! Even the worst of em! That's what the Republic means! Plus he's just a youngin!"
"Fuck they do, kids a freak! Barely human if you ask me. That magics of his the stuff of devils. Fuckin, I heard you can cut 'is head off and it'll grow back!" Edric frowned, realizing that he didn't actually know whether or not that was true. His lips thinned for a brief moment as he glanced down at his chains, thankful that his time with Gilram had taught him more than a few tricks. "Besides, he's a traitor. Those Dreadfucks are good for one thing, and he cou-eh?"
Edric frowned as he heard a door move, his head tilting slightly as he tried to hear from his distant cell. "Who are you?"
"Little bastard shouldn't even be getting a trial." The words rang out loud enough to be heard even down the long dungeon corridor, probably on purpose. Edric had learned shortly after arriving at...wherever it was they had stuck him, that Dodwin, the man now speaking, didn't much like Dreadlords.
Apparently one had scorched his brother or something of the sort, the other Guard hadn't been particularly forthcoming when he'd asked. It was a good enough reason to hate a group of people, Edric reasoned. Besides, a little bit of mistreatment from a Guardsmen was practically a hug compared to what the Proctors used to do.
Not that he'd been inviting any of it.
Ever since Ivan had taken him prisoner in Fel'Darrah-well, ever since Ivan had given him Duncan's coin Edric had been surprisingly well behaved. After half smashing in Lord Forbarr's face from behind the bars of his wagon-cage, the young rogue had done little else but cooperate. When told to do something, he did it, when asked for information, he gave it.
Just as Duncan had told him to do.
Edric didn't much understand the logic of it, but he did it anyway.
He did it because he knew eventually he would break out, because he knew eventually they would come for him, and he knew that once they had; he would seal their trust in him. "Everyone deserves a trial, Dod! Even the worst of em! That's what the Republic means! Plus he's just a youngin!"
"Fuck they do, kids a freak! Barely human if you ask me. That magics of his the stuff of devils. Fuckin, I heard you can cut 'is head off and it'll grow back!" Edric frowned, realizing that he didn't actually know whether or not that was true. His lips thinned for a brief moment as he glanced down at his chains, thankful that his time with Gilram had taught him more than a few tricks. "Besides, he's a traitor. Those Dreadfucks are good for one thing, and he cou-eh?"
Edric frowned as he heard a door move, his head tilting slightly as he tried to hear from his distant cell. "Who are you?"