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Sargon sat with his eyes closed, taking in information about his predicament before he opened them. He could feel his hands tied behind his back and slight tug informed him that he was bound to a wooden structure behind him that creaked slightly when he pulled. Even more than the pain on the side of his head, his left shoulder still hurt badly where Andoran’s strike had glanced off him on the way through to Danton. He gradually opened his eyes and found himself in the darkness of a moonlit night, face to face with his red haired friend, tied beside him to the gate of the encampment. Even as he watched him, Andoran groaned and opened his eyes to meet Sargon’s.
“Ugh. b****y Danton! We nearly made it.” Andoran groaned again, “Ooh, my head’s sore.”
“Your head’s sore. What about mine? I w
