*The Verge of War* A Medieval Rp

Alfric smiled slightly and turned the torch around in his hand. He could only partially see Fawns' face, due to the poor lighting and the mask she was wearing, but she looked kind enough. He reddened slightly as he realised what a mess he must look, and quickly moved the light away from his face, spinning on his heels and plummeting the flame into the darkness beside him.
"It'll burn down soon, we need to keep it going." He said, clearing his throat. Already the light was growing dimmer.
 
(Meant to have her remove that earlier :rolleyes: my bad )

The smoke from the flame burned when it came in contact with Fawn's eyes, causing them to water. She removed her mask so she could see her surroundings better and because it was growing uncomfortably itchy. She turned around slowly, taking in everything in their stone jail. The room was decent sized but completely empty. On the far wall, to her surprise and delight, was a doorway.

(Doesn't lead out, though, so don't get too excited)
 
Alfric turned back to Fawn to pass her the torch "Here, take this." He said, quickly dropping his eyes from hers. She was somewhat shorter than him, he could see, which comforted him, being rather short himself. But her eyes were nothing like his. They were piercingly green, the flames from the torch flickering within them as if they themselves were on fire - he couldn't help but feel intimidated. He thrust the torch outwards and waited for her to take it.
 
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(I see you've been studying up ;) )

Fawn took the torch without a word, then abruptly turned her back to him and headed towards the doorway. "This way should lead out," she said with confidence, then added under her breath, "eventually."

(Shannon made Fawn when she joined at the very beginning, but then she deserted us and I took her, FYI. So if there's anything you hate about her, blame Shannon XD )
 
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(Of course I have ;) Don't try to drag Shannon into this.)
"Hey, wait!" Alfric called out, walking quickly to catch up to her. He tore another strip of cloth from his shirt and wound it carefully around the blade. "It'll burn longer now." He placed his hand back on his shoulder, and walked in pace with her. She seemed to know an awful lot about this place. He didn't know who she was or how she knew what she did, but one thing he did know, was that she was not to be trusted.
 
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(Not to be trusted?? :eek: :lol: )

"Oh, thank you," Fawn said with a slight nod. "If I'm remembering correctly, through this doorway," she paused to duck under the low doorway mentioned, "should turn right and split." With the new cloth added, the torch began smoking again. She shielded her face from it with her elbow as best she could until it died down.
 
:)P is that really so surprising?)
Alfric followed her lead, ducking as he passed under the doorway. He noted her use of the word 'remember', choosing not to respond to her, but to walk silently beside her instead.
 

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