It was strange being inside the Valkyrie dormitory again. The Ravens had moved some things around and there was a guard station in the hall where we used to gossip. A couple of rooms had been turned into individual cells while others had the walls knocked out for bigger holding areas.
So strange.
With the keys we took from the guard, we rushed to the prisoners. Most of the Elves were hurt and barely able to stand, but their eyes were sharp and aware.
“Sim?” Flavia called.
Two men in the front moved aside and a tall, almost unrecognisable figure stepped forward. He had a black eye and a bruised lip, but he seemed okay.
Flavia’s hands trembled so much as she fumbled with the lock that I took over from her. I twisted the key and the door clicked open, letting the Elves and Sim out.
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