Sleeping in chains in a basement is hard. I mean I've had years of practice and still takes me a bit to adjust to all the different motions to get "comfortable" and then just when you do, something on your shackles ache or something. Eventually you sleep, but its not really that restful and you wake up feeling tired and wanting the current situation to be over. In a way its like being in a bad relationship, except you can't simply break up with imprisonment (its not me its you).
I was actually surprised Leland wasn't complaining about the imprisonment more than I was until he just disappeared. At first I thought maybe they had come down and collected him while I was sleeping, but I saw his shackles on the floor where he had been with me, so he clearly had picked the lock and just slipped off to go be somewhere else, the little jerk(-Nidget's Note- Leland explained this story a lot differently, he told me Trezlan agreed to stay behind while he went and got help, I'm more inclined to believe Trezlan's side of this story for now). I was actually worrying about what I was going to tell my captors when they came down and did not find Leland where they left him (my brilliant plan was to say I ate him, yes I realize it was a little dumb, but you never know people are afraid of magic users).
Turned out not to matter, because no sooner was I worrying about explaining Leland's absence than the warehouse was hit by what sounded like an artillery shell. Which was my plan, though I'd hoped they wouldn't freaking shell the place! See I didn't exactly trust the Prince or his allies (shocking I know) and had pre betrayed them prior to our meeting (I had slipped off claiming to get supplies but really I wrote a letter and handed it to someone at my shop to deliver in case I didn't return within a day). I was a bit surprised how long it took, but I guess my hand writing was hard to decipher (not that unbelieveable I'm sure you'll agree if you are "reading" this journal). The explosions over head worried me though, because I was UNDER THEM! Sure the basement was probably going to cushion the impacts a bit, but it wasn't like I was underneath solid stone, it was just wood, and when the shells blew through that I'd be one unlucky hit away from being splattered.
The shelling only lasted a brief moment though (its amazing that an empire would treat traitors with such open disdain as to SHELL THEIR BUILDING, its almost like they don't appreciate them or something), then there was gunfire, thuds, and military boots hitting wooden floors. The door to the cellar opened and men in purple uniforms came through it. I stood up and welcomed them with my shackled hands.
"About time you guys got ooooffff" The ooof sound at the end of that was where one of the soldiers hit me in the gut with his rifle.
"Take him." Their commanding officer ordered a couple men to grab me and away I went. See thats loyalty for you! Turn in some traitors and still get treated like one! I tell you next time I'm pretraying someone and staying the hell away from them!
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