"You are a very lucky man Mr. Lorentino." We were on a wagon, it was just Rojove and myself, I was still shackled and they had attached my shackle to a bolt in the front area of the wagon. Barring a super human display of strength I don't have I wasn't going anywhere. I was unhooked in the morning, Rojove had a couple men load me up on the car and off we went, I had no idea of the destination I just knew we weren't going to the city.
"I tell you living in this life of luxury I feel like a lucky man." I could sense Rojove wanting to hit me, but seeing as he had to hold the reins and still potentially grab his pistol should I try and break free, he had to resist the urge.
"Most men would be appreciative of a Royal Execution, you are set to be amongst a select group of traitors in the Empire, though we really can't say you are Trezlan Lorentino, you understand no one knows who that is, so we have assigned a new name to you. Toccs Enoi merchant instigator."
"Never really thought of myself as a Toccs before." Always wanted to be a Bill, maybe a Raz, Toccs seems so formal.
"I'll miss this wit of yours Trezlan, in the way that after a wound heals you miss the bites of pain from the previous injury." Rojove had a way with words.
"So we're going to be trail buddies all way to Dunlok? Can't you just go back to whipping me?"
"Oh that would be torture for me, no I'm taking you to the a train that will take you to Dunlok, I have an operation to run and outside of this final time to tell you of your fate would rather not be stuck with you for another day even if you are to be locked up in a rear train car." My first train ride in Ronerawth and its to be in shackles, I was totally bummed, nevermind that whole execution part. Rojove and I continued on until we got to the makeshift train station. The army had it guarded extremely well, with rifles and some artillery, they had even installed a make shift track turning thing so they could reverse the engine around. Rojove gave my new jailers some choice words about my new incaceration, socked me in the ribs to remind me he still cared and set off back to the siege.
My new accomodations were at least nicer on my arms, instead of hanging up I was merely shackled to a wall and made to sit on a bench. The train car was metal walls with benches and spots for shackle locking along them, at either end of the car stood a guard who rotated at intervals. I couldn't tell if I was in the middle or the end of train car, but I figured middle to make it harder for someone to break me out. With a definate fate ahead of me I decided to meet it with my usual good spirits.
"So anyone got a deck of cards, I've been itching to gamble!?" What can I say a man's got needs.
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