*The Verge of War* A Medieval Rp

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Alfric clung to his right shoulder with his hand, gently squeezing it to relieve the pain.
Hearing her reply startled him, and he shuffled around on the floor, trying to position himself so that she was directly in front of him. He felt safer that way.
"A little longer than you." He said at last.
 
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Alfric clung to his right shoulder with his hand, gently squeezing it to relieve the pain.
Hearing her reply startled him, and he shuffled around on the floor, trying to position himself so that she was directly in front of him. He felt safer that way.
"A little longer than you." He said at last.
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"I assume you didn't come here for the fun of it?" Fawn asked quietly. She felt movement near her, but couldn't see even the slightest thing.
 
"I got lost." Alfric replied softly, as if afraid to disturb the darkness. "Maybe you came for the fun of it." He felt along the floor with his good hand, it was cold and hard, raised in places. Clearly stone.
 
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"I got lost." Alfric replied softly, as if afraid to disturb the darkness. "Maybe you came for the fun of it." He felt along the floor with his good hand, it was cold and hard, raised in places. Clearly stone.
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"Not exactly. I heard a noise in the wall, which I assume was you, and decided to investigate," Fawn explained. Using her pain-free right hand, she pulled herself up against the wall to feel around. Since there was a in here, surely there must be a way out.
 
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"Do you know where we are?" Alfric asked, rummaging around blindly in his pockets.
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Fawn, using her good hand, felt along the wall that had so impolitely thrown her in here. "East wing, third passage from the hall, and about two rooms from an abandoned sitting room," she stated, pausing from her search. Worry hit her when she realized that they were along one of the least used passages in the castle. With this reminder, she resumed running her hand down the wall. In this darkness she had the severe disadvantage of not being able to see any discolored or odd stones.
 
Alfric listened quietly, following her voice in his head. Eventually his fingers traced along something cold and hard. He pulled the object carefully from his pocket and placed it in his lap, running his fingers cautiously over it until he found the handle. Sgian-dubh's were commonly worn, not usually kept in the pocket. Alfric figured the owner of this garb must have left it there accidentally, or perhaps they were storing it there for later. No matter the reason, he was glad of its being. He held it up in his left hand and awkwardly pushed himself onto his knees, sliding the blade slowly from its sheath. He then began cutting at his shirt, tearing at it until he had a good handful of cloth to work with.
"Here. Help me with this." He said.
 
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(Sgian whats?? Had to look that one up :rolleyes: )

"With what?" Fawn asked. She didn't move from her spot by the wall. She still didn't know the young man's name and who knew how long she'd be trapped in here with him, so caution was priority.
 
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(A kilt knife :D Skii-an-do)

Alfric placed the blade between his teeth and struggled to his feet, making sure not to put pressure on his right arm. He felt his way to the wall, following the girls voice. When he was sure he was beside her he held out his arm towards her and grunted.
 
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