#only cathair would take out a guard in this instance

[corcnach]

they were where they belonged in the dungeons; powerless; their reputation dwindling - cathair believed it was about time for karma to swiftly kick the french into line for being overly ambitious. cailean would berate him for it later, he supposed, as he walks through the cells simply for entertainment. however, a familiar voice, one that he had first heard in the land of the soloman's piques his curiosity. the rustle of cloth; a sharp intake of breath followed by breathlessness; the thud of body on the ground. the rattle of door keys and a heavily accented albeit whispered 'you're alright, that's it. enjoy your nap' echoes off stone and mud. "oi!" cathair chastises, the vibration of boot on metal sending shivers through him as he appears around the corner into hisashi's view. the soldier leans an arm on the bars, a mischievous grin on his lips that is difficult to see in the dim dungeon candlelight but could be felt. "watch your toes, lad. losing one of 'em will make you wobble like a newborn deer. or i guess, the town drunk."

who: open 0/5

where: the cells

Hisashi needed to get out.

He had too much experience to believe it when he was told this would not last long. Prison had been his home for years. It was a place he had promised himself he would not end up in again. He had thought his father's lands and titles would protect him. What was the use of them if he could end up back here?

He pressed himself up against the bars, calling to a guard's retreating back. "Name a price to let me out! I can barely even speak French! Ask anyone who knows me, they will tell you I have neither the intelligence nor the patience to be involved in any of this!" There was very little he would not offer, few he would not betray, to get himself out of this mess.

As the guard vanished he lashed out, kicking at the bars and swearing at the sharp pain that followed.