"I've kidnapped you, m'lord." [ ♠[Rin]♠ + Noise Prince ]

[Noise Prince]

The Story

In the kingdom of Gahlrue, there was a common practice among nobles to keep peace amongst each other. The original practice rose hundreds of years ago during a span of years plagued with terrible war, foreign and civil. During a brief moment of civil peace, the nobles and royalty agreed to send at least one child of blood to an ally to ensure the peace be kept and the focus of war be concentrated outwards. The tradition has stayed to this day. Three pronounced noble houses have recently become entangled in a rather dreadful disagreement about political affairs, and have for many years. Fortunately, peace has been kept thanks to the practice of hospes the noble children of blood forfeited to other houses.

 

These three families, The House of Nordikhen, The House of Wehs, and the House of Toris. Toris and Nordikhen were families with shared blood, and it was Toris who found themselves at odds with Wehs first, causing Nordikhen to get involved. The Nordikhen family gave one of their children of blood to the Wehs House when the child was four years old, a year after the conflict started. And while there has yet to be a compromise, this measure has prevented what could have become the first civil war in over a century.

 

My Character

 

Name:

Glendaule ovToris

Age:

23

Title/Position:

None/Solider of the Toris Personal Guard

History:

An Orphan Warrior, as the custom with orphans was to first train them for war if they were fit enough, he spent his early life in a large commune filled with other children, gradually taught and trained in war, survival, and strategy. At the age of twelve, during a demonstration, he, among a few others, were impressive enough to the Toris family that they were adopted into the Toris Personal Guard for their further training. He spent the remaining years of his training learning to further his skills as well as the additional ones the Toris family found necessary. The most important thing he learned was absolute loyalty to the House. He was currently given the mission to kidnap the Nordikhen hoses.

Personality:

Glendaule, or Glen, is a serious, devoted character who is prone to crankiness and has does not have the greatest patience, despite extensive training, but he is quite good at hiding it. He is deeply loyal to the Toris family, opting to adopt the name ovToris before many of his other orphaned peers. And despite his impatience, he tends to be careful and meticulous whenever he is training or performing an important task, saving his impatience for when he's dealing with other people.

Appearance:

 

 

000

The sun was barely starting to rise, and they were making good pace. Glendaule had the hospes in tow. They had no horses yet, that wasn't conspicuous enough. He had expected to find a child in the bed when he infiltrated the castle of Wehs, but he found a young man close to his own age. Glen wasn't too involved with politics himself, so he hadn't known the young man's name before being told to kidnap him. Being a hospes, he assumed he would be a child, as he associated the term with younger children, but that didn't change what he needed to do. In fact, he hoped that it would make traveling easier. The man came with him easily enough, in any case. The fact that Glen wore a Wehs crest and told him it was urgent to follow him out of the castle probably earned his trust to follow without protest, along with the fact that he had woken him up in the middle of the night. In a twisted stroke of luck, one or more of his peers who had infiltrated with him, must have gotten caught, and alarms were raised, the real guards flooding the halls. The poor hospes probably thought Glen was loyal to the Wehs house and was trying to lead him to safety, rather than be part of the very group he likely assumed they were fleeing from.

 

They would carry on until the following sunset. Glen knew they could cover a good deal of ground during that time before they could rest. While Glen was to take the hostage separate from the rest of his conspirers, there were supplies hidden in an old abandoned stronghold that they would be able to stay the next night, provided they reached it. After that, they would have the supplies to make the rest of the journey until he reached the Toris army and the Nordikhen child of blood would be officially under their protection. So far, their trek had been very silent.

 

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[♠[Rin]♠]

Rin's character:

Name: Nero, first child of the Nordikhen family.

Age: 21.

Personality: The shy and yet quite emotionless male tends to keep his thoughts and opinion secret. Having been brought up in a family he didn't know, he has become silent and insecure. His patience seems to be endless, also he is easy to fascinate and loves trying out new things.

 

 

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It was in the middle of the night that he was woken up by an unfamiliar face of a tall man. He didn't claim anything regarding his identity, though he wore a uniform that belonged to the Wehs. It was unclear to him whether it was smart to follow this whitette, but his uniform identified him as knight and therefore.. Assuming that this was a planned thing was all Nero could do. Besides, he did trust the Wehs.

His sleepiness and the shock were added to this event and so it wasn't hard to make Nero put on normal clothes and leave. Almost funny how easy it was. But what was the point, exactly?

 

Eventually, he found himself walking beside the tall man. It was tiring, especially for his slender body. Keeping his glance down, the boy barely spoke a word. How long would they keep on wandering? Why was he taken away? Had something happened? What about the pact? Had a civil war arisen?

 

A silent sigh passed his lips. Nero wrapped his arms around himself and ignored the pain in his legs. Dark circles painted the skin below his eyes. It wasn't exactly hard for him to keep up but he hadn't gotten full sleep and he was hungry. He already feared his stomach would start growling. How embarrassing would that be? Aside from that, what about the Wehs' kids? And the paterfamilias?

Thousands of questions swirled around in his head, though... he was way too shy to ask this stranger. It sounded stupid. Maybe he was even supposed to voice nothing and act along?

 

Still strange. No matter how much he tried to trust this situation, it wasn't possible for him to simply relax.

[Noise Prince]

Glen hadn't much experience in travel, but enough to be entrusted with this sort of mission, and was used to being able to go without food for a while. His captive, Lord Nero, on the other hand, most likely didn't. If he did travel, it wasn't like this, and he would be fed regularly. Glendaule had to keep this in mind as they carried on. The young lord was silent as they marched on silently, though Glen was presuming he was gathering enough of his wits by now to be suspicious of him, despite Glen still wearing the Wehs arms in a tunic belonging to their knights.

 

The sun had been up for about an hour now, and Glen figured that if Nero hadn't spoken up by now, he probably wouldn't until Glen spoke first, not even to ask for food. He pulled something from his heavy coat, something wrapped neatly in cloth, and handed it to the young Nordikhen lord.

 

"M'lord," He said, finding it difficult to muster more than that. It was against his customs to speak to his betters before being spoken to, even though he wished to explain himself and his cause. Even when he was abducting him, he found it odd to have the words to tell him to follow him form on his mouth without being addressed first. But that was part of his orders, and loyalty to the Toris house came before his awkwardness revolving around talking to young lords. And it certainly didn't help that Lord Nero was a very handsome man as well.

 

What he handed to him was a red cloth wrapped around a sandwich. It wasn't much at all, thick and rather dry slices of bread with dried jerky-like slices of meat and cheese. It was a great meal to have when traveling light, but it would be foreignly pitiful to Lord Nero, who had probably never held such food. The Wehs were known for their love of fine and exotic foods, so Glen presumed he had a sophisticated palette. But that was the only food Glen could offer him. There would be food in the supplies that would last them until they found a town, but nothing he had was any better than the sandwich provided.

[♠[Rin]♠]

Hearing the other speak, the young man glanced to his side. He was handed an item which he of course gently accepted. Though, as he unwrapped it, confusion slightly arising in his shining eyes. What .. exactly was this? In fact, he stared at the sandwich for a few minutes while walking. It looked like bread, but there was something in between. Was this like a snack from the raff? Could it be? But why would a knight have something like this? Uh...

 

"...thank you." He answered in a low voice, not even knowing if the knight understood it. It probably wasn't poisonous, well why would it be? It was from a servant of the Wehs so it was harmless, right?

 

Nero carefully lifted the sandwich to his lips and bit off a tiny piece. It was in fact so small that he didn't even have to chew properly before swallowing it. This situation was so bizarre...

[Noise Prince]

Glen watched his reaction as the man unraveled the sandwich, and looked quite puzzled. As Glen could have guessed, he wasn't used to food like this. But if he wanted to eat, that was all he had for him. Glen was a bit concerned that he might not be able to stomach it, if he was spoiled by rich and finer foods. He would have to either forage or hunt for something for him to eat instead, if he couldn't handle a day's march on an empty stomach. And then they'd lose time, and they wouldn't be able to get the waiting supplies the next night, when he planned. Glen really hoped that wouldn't be the case.

 

The Wehs hospes took a small bite of the sandwich, tentatively, and he didn't seem disgusted or repulsed by it. Glen was relieved.

 

"You're welcome, m'lord. Make it last as long as you can." He added. It was a sandwich that could fill one up for a long time, so if the young lord was careful, he could make it last the entire trek with conservative bites. "We have another day after this to walk before we get more."

[♠[Rin]♠]

Ah, a good point to ask. It seemed like in the moment Glen spoke more, Nero also relaxed a little. After the third bite, he looked up to the man. Trying to hide how tired he was in reality. "...Where are we going?" He demanded to know with his soft voice. "I ... don't even know your name." Even though his tone was tender, it also owned a lack of emotion. "And what exactly is the reason of this trek?" Nero stared right into the other's eyes, as if he could find the answers in them. Or did he expect a lie? Was he afraid of being tricked? Did he have the right to worry at this point if a knight was walking beside him?

[Noise Prince]

A moment of silence passed them after Nero asked his questions. Glen knew they were too far now for Nero to try to make a run back towards the Wehs home, or alert any guards of the Wehs house to come and apprehend them, so it was safe now to answer.

 

"My name is Glendaule ovToris, m'lord" He spoke clearly, formally. ovToris was a name adopted by the most loyal and trusted in service to to Toris house. That alone would answer many of Nero's questions. Their eyes locked in an unbreaking stare.

 

"And I am taking you to your aunt, the Lady Toris." He would have smiled gently to reassure him if such a gesture came naturally to him. He most likely met his aunt as family as a child, after that merely only as a formality during diplomatic visits. "I serve your kin, and I will do you no harm." he promised. "Within the means of my orders to return you to the castle, I serve you, as well, m'lord."

[♠[Rin]♠]

The words were encoded in his brain while Nero returned the piercing stare of the taller man. He was speechless at first. May also be because he wasn't used to voicing his opinion. Why would the other blood-related family want to have him at their home? Has this been planned with the Wehs' knowing? Probably not, considering the fact Glen was wearing their uniform. Had he stolen it?

 

Suddenly, the dark-haired male came to a halt. His stare darkened a little. "You haven't explained the reason to me yet. What has happened?" A civil war wasn't arising, right? And the Wehs hadn't done anything to him. This was...this was a crime!

 

But smartly planned. Even if he wanted to, he couldn't run back. He couldn't return. Aside from the fact the this man next to him would have an easy time catching him.

[Noise Prince]

Glen watched for Nero's reaction, just in case he decided that he could turn back and run for the Wehs again. He seemed to be processing exactly what this all meant himself. Glen hadn't given him more than exactly the answers to his questions, so he was piecing together answers for other questions he might have, the soldier guessed. Glen stopped when Nero stopped, and he looked expectantly at the lord.

 

"You're too important a bargaining tool for anything to be accomplished, so my lord has commanded me to retrieve you from the Wehs and bring you to the safety of the Toris house." Glen explained to him. He wasn't told very much, and didn't understand much of the deeper facets of the politics involved. He was a soldier, a guard. He fought when he was told. Soo, he suspected he just might be told to fight in a civil war due to these actions.

 

"I'll keep you safe, m'lord. Do not be afraid," Glen assured Nero.

[♠[Rin]♠]

The thing about knights was easy: extremely loyal and kind-hearted. Eve if it was something bad, a knight would probably never disobey their lord's words. In fact they were tools.

Nero was now on the other side of this field. Glen did obey his blood-related family and also swore to be there for Nero, though the younger one was almost sure his word would never own the same weight as his relative's.

 

"..." And because they were a tool, it was no use trying to convince them. No use in talking sense into them.

 

Nero averted his eyes and looked ahead of them. Obviously, this was once again just a simple fight between the Wehs and the Toris. And what his parents had fought for was basically being destroyed right now. "..What if I refuse to walk?" the raven wished to know.

[Noise Prince]

The day's heat was still quite bearable, and Glen hoped the weather would stay pleasant. It would be a challenge if the heat became oppressive or it began to rain, as Nero was likely not going to be able to keep up the march. Even if he did, it'd still be difficult for him. He had kept up well enough so far, but the day was still early. Adjacent to them ten miles off was a village on the outskirts of Wehs territory. Past that, and there would be nothing but wilderness until they reached the fort holding their supplies.

 

"If you were to refuse to walk, m'lord, then I would carry you," Glen answered him. "Is that your way of telling me that you're getting tired already?" He hoped he wasn't suggesting that he was about to stop walking. He might just want to be carried the rest of the way, which would slow them down a bit, but he might resist that too. He could take drastic measures, of course, but those were best to avoid if possible.

[♠[Rin]♠]

"...no, I'm fine." Nero averted his eyes. To be honest, he didn't want to be carried by a stranger, may he be a knight or not. Also, his view and opinion on this situation had changed right now.

 

"I just don't want to."

 

The emotionless tone in his voice made it sound very cold, even though he didn't plan it to be this bad. He actually appreciated this knight's kindness, but this was wrong. This entire plan of his Uncle was pure egoism and would effect the relationship to the Wehs badly. What if they declared war?

And yet, the duo was already so far away from the castle.

[Noise Prince]

Glen was expecting the chance that Nero would resist his capture, considering it was rare for captives to be particularly thrilled with their situation, even when the captor was a servant to the captured noble's wishes, to a degree. Or perhaps that made the situation worse. Having status without the freedom. But Glen figured he'd be happier once he was turned over to the Toris house, and away from the dangers of this sort of travel.

 

"If that is the case, please try to bear with it as long as you can manage. Once you are too tired, then I will carry you. Of course, I will still carry you if you refuse to walk." Glen replied."Right now, this march is more important than worrying about the politics, m'lord, so please cooperate with me."

[♠[Rin]♠]

"Is this march more important because we don't have any supplies with us?" Nero answered, looking ahead of them. He started to hate this situation. It was ridiculous. So many horrible consequences would occur. On the other side.. the prince didn't want to be touched. It wasn't because he didn't trust this knight, it was more about his shyness. Only the thought of being touched by someone else, a man, let a pink shimmer appear on his cheeks.

 

Returning would not be possible, given how strong Glen looked and how weak and tired Nero himself was. So his only realistic option was the following: He started walking again, stubbornly nibbling on the sandwich.

[Noise Prince]

Glen nodded to him.

 

"Only for the next two days. Ideally, we will reach supplies tomorrow evening." Glen explained. "But I'm afraid there is nothing tastier than what I've given you there." The soldier warned Nero, gesturing to his sandwich. That dry bread and salty jerky must be making him thirsty. He saw a pink in his face, and presumed it was due to the heat of the morning sun growing a bit more intense. Glen removed a satchel of water from his waist and handed it towards the smaller captive.

 

"Water, m'lord." He told him plainly, in case he expected wine. He knew his own lords tended to travel with wine, so perhaps that was what Lord Nero was accustomed to.

 

He tried not to move too fast, though Glen was eager to. He was accustomed to such terrain, to rigorous labor, but Lord Nero? Unlikely. And he was to escort him safely, it would not due to turn him in to his relatives battered, worn, and blistered. His clothes certainly weren't made for long bouts of travel, so Glen would need to keep that in mind. His boots would be fine, but the rest? Glen was fortunate whoever pulled together their supplies thought to pack additional traveling clothes for Nero. Glen himself thought it was unnecessary, though he didn't argue. Nero would be pleased as well, Glen assumed, to see better clothes for travel were ready for him.

 

"It's not just important because we have few supplies," Glen warned him after a passing silence. "This isn't going to be an easy journey, when word gets out, those who would rather see you dead may try to take advantage of this opportunity. I've vowed to protect you with my life, so I won't let any harm come to you." He stopped, and looked at the young lord, who seemed so small compared to the hardened bodies of warriors he was more familiar with. Dressed in fine fabrics, nibbling anxiously on the only meal he'd have for the next two days, his delicate features… these alone made him want to protect him, out of instinct. But it was his blood in his veins, and Glen's vow, that would tether his body to Nero's well being.

 

"Do you trust me, m'lord?"

[♠[Rin]♠]

"I see..." Nero couldn't argue anyway. He was used to keeping his opinion to himself and he was too tried to ask more questions. He more or less got the reason why behind this entire situation and he also believed to understand the intentions.

Insecurely, he nibbled on the sandwich like a puppy on the very last treat. When a bottle of water was handed to him, he first confusedly but then thankfully took it to take a small nip. Then he closed it securely, his tired yet emotionless eyes looking ahead of them.

 

Hell, if he had known that they would be travelling, he would have surely chosen different clothes.. Not that he really owned one. He had never travelled that far.

 

At the warning of people's possible wish to have him dead, Nero nodded to signal that he understood. He took it seriously but Glen's presence alone made it sound ... less dangerous. Additionally, his soft voice made the smaller one feel a little safer than usually.

 

"..I am unsure. I don't know you, after all", he answered to the other's sudden question, glancing up to him. He was so tall, strong, trained, full of energy. Or at least seemed so. Well, he was a knight. Whether Glen trusted him? Was that even necessary? After all, he was so much stronger than Nero. If the younger one tried anything, it would be easy to handle for the whitette.

 

 

 

THIS IS SO LATE, I AM SORRY. HOW CAN I MAKE IT UP TO YOU.

 

[Noise Prince]

Glen continued to lead Nero further into the wilderness as the sun slowly crept overhead. Glen knew there was a road nearby, though not visible from where they were now, which was ideal. So long as they didn't make any noise above the whispering they spoke with currently, they wouldn't be visible nor audible to any other travelers on the road. Better yet, if a search party came looking for the young noble, Glen and Nero would likely hear them if they too weren't very careful. And the bigger the party, the more difficult it was to remain stealthy. Which is why only one man was returning with Nero, instead of the team Glendaule had arrived with.

 

"Well, I'm afraid you'll have to either trust me enough to guard your life," Glen said, a smoke of sadness drifted in his voice. "Or at the very least, trust me when I say that anyone who tries to take you from me, I'll kill." He glanced back at the young noble, stopping, to emphasis how serious he was about this.

 

"I hate to speak so crassly, m'lord. But it's true, and it's something I believe should be avoided."

 

 

it's fine! I have plenty of slowly updated role-plays, haha~

 

[♠[Rin]♠]

Nero also came to a halt and lowered the sandwich from his lips. His glance went up to the knight. His eyes softened before he averted them again. His emotionless attitude made it hard to read whether or not he was satisfied with this whole conversation, let alone Glen's statement. After a second, he handed the other the bottle of water back and their eyes met once again. "Please don't kill someone if it isn't necessary. I feel very protected already by your presence." He turned back to the way in front of them and proceeded to start walking again. He couldn't even tell himself whether or not he trusted the other so he also didn't want to be dragged into a discussion with that topic.

[Noise Prince]

 

I'm so sorry about the late reply! >.

 

 

Glen didn't expect Nero to be happy with the situation he was finding himself in now, but he was thankful that at the very least the young noble was being quite compliant. This was probably the best Glen could hope for, and if Nero would continue with this attitude, the trip would be quite a smooth one. It would be difficult for Glen, who respected his superiors so, to have to use forcefulness with the young lord. When he was young, still training in the orphanage, he was given a special assignment. Occasionally wealthy people would bring relatives who became too fond of drink to them, to physically keep them from drinking for a day in a room full of alcohol, as it was believed this could curb the addiction. Glen's charge was of noble blood, though, a disgraced uncle of a young baron. Glen performed his duty, and was beaten frequently by the man, which was to be expected, and all the while Glen cried. Not because it hurt, he had long past the training to not be distracted by pain, but because he couldn't get past the feeling that he was acting against a noble's wishes.

 

But he was older now. And he was still able to prevent a drop of alcohol to befall that man's lips. Keeping Nero safe, and on track to see his relatives, should be simple for a man such as himself. He took the bottle of water from him.

 

"I hope I won't have to kill anyone," Glen told him. "But I'm afraid we may have different ideas of what 'necessary' means. Protecting you is more than making sure harm doesn't befall you when a threat occurs. It's preventing threats from occurring. If I defeat a man who wishes to take you and let him live, he will bring five men with him next time, and he'll know which path we're taking." He looked at the small man and sighed.

 

"I assure you, m'lord, I have no intention of letting such a scenario where I must kill someone happen. I'm just here to be your guide and to keep you safe. Anything I do beyond that is in service of those goals. I'm glad you feel safe with me, m'lord, I won't let you down."

[♠[Rin]♠]

"Yes, we may..." It sounded legit. Their backgrounds couldn't be more different. He was a knight, Nero was just a royal family member. Who knew what Glen had already seen that he couldn't think of? Nero didn't feel ready at all, yet he had already decided to walk along. So there wasn't a way back now.

 

He exhaled through his nose. He didn't even have a weapon with him. If a serious situation occurred, he wouldn't even be able to defend himself.

Oh well, he couldn't just ask Glen for a weapon he couldn't use anyway. He did glance at the knight, though. "You kidnapped me. But thank you for not letting me down." A small pause. "Whose knight exactly are you? Being with me means for you to be there for me only for a certain time period, right?" Meeting a nice person was one thing. Losing them another. And who knew whether Glen just played friendly?

This really kind of hit the smaller one.

[Noise Prince]

The soldier looked back to Nero, a bit of an embarrassed look on his face.

 

"M'lord, you think too grand of me. Apologies, but I am no knight, merely a soldier for the Toris house."

 

He felt more out of place now, despite the wilderness being as much a home to him as any roof. Did Lord Nero feel insulted to be escorted by a mere soldier, and not a man whose been knighted and in service to his relatives? Glen rarely felt as if he was a lack luster warrior, but now he wondered if Nero thought he was good enough for him.

 

"I am your soldier now, too. My service, and my loyalty, is yours, granted by the Lord and Lady Toris. And if m'lord requests, my service could be gifted to you, and I would serve at your side as long as you'd have me." His tone was very formal, but he carried on forward as if what he had said was mundane. He froze a moment later, then turned on his heels and pulled Nero against his chest, and swiftly lowered them onto his back, and rolled Nero to the ground, and pulled himself over him. Their bodies connected, but Glen's arms supported his weight. His eyes were fixated, his expression steel.

[♠[Rin]♠]

"Not?" It surprised him a little. "You seemed like it." Though, he didn't say anything else to it. Who cared? Glen's life must be hard. Nero was no one to put pressure on him. To get the quality percentage of a knight was everything but easy and the places for knights were surely limited. Many also had a personal knight already. Not that he would mind. "I can?" However, he had the feeling that his aunt and uncle might not like the idea of him stealing a soldier from them.

 

The next moment shocked him a little. Nero found himself lying on the ground, having Glen above him. Out of surprise, he had let the sandwich go and only noticed now that his right hand was emptily resting next to his head. With a fast beating heart and shivering eyes, the aristocrat stared up into the soldier's eyes. What... what? What was wrong? Was someone here? Was someone around? An enemy?!

 

He gulped. A red shimmer appearing on his cheeks. "...." But he couldn't press any tone out of his throat.

[Noise Prince]

Glen couldn't find a response in him for something like that. He didn't think he had a particularly noble heir about him, or maybe Nero was just trying to spare his feelings. Lord Nero seemed like a kind person, after all.

 

After a few stiff moments on the ground, Glendaule sighed and stood himself up, and took Nero's arms, to pull him to his feet.

 

"Forgive me for my brash actions. A suddenly violent rustle up ahead made me think there was an ambush. Now it seems it was a clumsy deer, or the like." He assured the young lord. Glen had scoped this area out on their way to the castle, so he should have known that this area wouldn't be accessible to such a rush job of an ambush, and that's generously assuming there could even be a crew to ambush them ready so quickly. "You're not hurt, are you, m'lord? You seem flustered,"

[♠[Rin]♠]

"....it's fine." Those words were the only ones Nero found in this situation. Glen stood back up and pulled him onto his feet as well which the young aristocrat replied to with a 'thank you'. He tapped a little on his clothes in case there was some dirt on him, but it appeared everything was fine.

 

However, he did take a look around. Nobody around... At least not for his instincts. Glen was probably way better at noticing a third person.

"Huh? No, I am fine." Nero assured, averting his eyes and pretending to study something... that was not even there.

Ah. Whatever.

"We ... should get going, right?" He could feel his cheeks burning and hoped it would go away soon enough.

[Noise Prince]

Glen was a bit worried that his sudden action had stricken Nero, and he was flustered because he had been afraid of a potential attack. Glen was used to the feeling, and had quickly recovered, but Nero would have been kept far, far away from any danger until this point. He was so young, still, and he seemed delicate. He probably didn't partake in many aggressive or defensive past times. Did he ever learn to fence? Or throw a spear? Being raised by a family other than his own, it was likely he was not. Many wards aren't given the chance to learn skills that may be used against the family that provided the lessons.

 

The time went by with little conversation. Glen could tell Nero was growing more and more weary, and didn't want to push him into conversation, not until he had some better food in him. The hours were long, but at last they reached their destination, the first of many.

 

"M'lord, we're here. The supplies are hidden just a mile or so ahead. But we'll come back to camp here, since it's more suitable land." Glen explained. He almost suggested that his lord stay and rest here, but he couldn't leave him unattended, even if this area was almost guaranteed safety. One of Glen's biggest concerns was that Nero might still try to run off. He had been very compliant so far, but Glen knew it could also just be him trying to appease his kidnapper, awaiting a lapse in Glen's judgment and using it to try to escape. So Glen had to always be vigilant of this happening as well.

 

They found the supplies, and Glen quickly uncovered another sandwich, this one with a more moist bread, it was made to be savory rather than just filling, like the one Glen gave Nero earlier. He handed it to his captive.

 

"Here, m'lord. Please enjoy, I do not have many this delicious." He told him, letting him eat a little before leading him back where he noted earlier.