I was taken underground and chained to a rock altar (because what else could go wrong in trying to save Morley, not only taken underground but to be sacrficed on an altar). The Altar looked like it was the set up for a church of some kin, I could see stone pews around torches that were built into the stone walls. I had to wonder if the magic eaters had made this or just killed the previous cult and taken it over. The stone I was on was at least more comfortable than the coffin (by comparison you see, everything by comparison) and it was clean for the most part it wasn't caked in red, which either spoke to no sacrifices or cleaning after the fact. Chubby left one person to watch over me, the rest of her cult going wherever a cult goes. I had my hands shackled over my head, my feet were free, so in theory I could roll off the altar hit the ground and hurt myself, ok so plan A wasn't exactly a winning formula.
"When do I get to eat?" Valid question when you are a hostage, depending on the answer you can determine long term strategy. If they tell you never, they don't intend on keeping you around long.
"Quiet usurper I have to watch you, not speak with you." The guy they left me was a thin creepy looking guy. Probably the sort that was picked on a lot while growing up (and not just for being a magic eater, he looked like the kind of guy caught peaking at where women go to the bathroom).
"I'm utterly at a loss as to what you guys think I did to or for Morley, let alone to be called a usurper, if anything you should be thanking me for saving him." Outlook not very good, didn't mention food or care, most likely a day at best until they try and kill me.
"You changed him usurper, ever since he visited you he is not the Morley of old, whatever spell you cast on him has altered him forever now be silent before I cut out your tongue." I still think its hilarious they think because Morley got himself in trouble trying to mess with politics (twice in recent times back then recall Marian's story and how he thought his curse was a result of that).
"I like you creepshow, I'll kill you last." He laughed and then took out a very sharp knife. The time for talk was sadly at a close. Creepshow continued to watch me always making sure to keep the knife in view should I feel chatty again. I have to admit chained to a rock looking to only live a day or so. I was a little worried. I mean its not like I left a note "You can find me with the creepy magic eater cult that worships Morley." So my talks of living was more bravado than belief. Like 90% of what I do.
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