Shadows of the Past
I open my eyes to find it’s light outside, I’m in a cell, and a guard is jingling keys, opening the door. I fake a hangover. I get up slowly, touching my head like it hurts. I pretend to feel guilty and remorseful while the guard throws me out of my cell. I thank him for all his help, sincerely, because he did help me a lot, then I ask for his discretion as if expecting to be recognized. I pat down my pockets and act surprised by only finding ten coppers. I mumble something about unlucky cards, give him the money and walk out the door.
Once outside I walk faster and faster and when I’m far enough away I break into a run. I’m worried what the thugs may have done to Nate. When I reach the main square I find my worries were unsubstantiated as the old beggar is at his usu
