Shivering and screaming, you refused to enter the ruins. But with a hit of his sword, the man made you fall silent. With a broad grin, he dragged you further. Blood was running down your side, marking the spot you had crossed with a thin trail of red.

Before your eyes, the world began to dance. Your legs were weak and with every step they seemed to get weaker. As the light of torches hit your eyes, you and to look away. The brightness hurt.

"Look at that.", another voice said.

Looking up, you could see the vague figure of another man. Two men to be exact. The smaller one had a bow tied to his back, while the other was unarmed. They were standing on a table, being busy with maps and documents that seemed to be nothing more than paper.

With a short glance, they eyed you before frowning displeased.

"What is that?", the unarmed asked.

The way he was talking was hinting that he must have been an important man. Maybe the leader even.

The man that had held you tightly threw you on the cold stone floor, grinning.

"A little long finger.", he said. "Wanted to steal from us. Maybe we should take the hand that wanted to steal."

Without asking for permission, he grabbed a knife that was strapped to his chest and pressed the cold blade against your hand. The top was already cutting your flesh, causing your heart to beat like wild, as the armed man yelled something and kicked the knife out of his hands.

"Fucking fool.", he hit him in the face. "Prisoners aren't treated like that. Now fuck off before I forget myself."

With a warning glare, he dared the man to disrespect him one more time before his life would be on the line. Surprisingly, the guy was a lot smarter than you had expected him to be. His jaw moved for a moment, a displeased sound left his throat. But then, he nodded before turning away and left.

Now, you were alone with the two other man.

The stone floor felt so weird below you, so cold yet so warm. A fire was burning in a chimney next to you. The smell of fire and burning wood filled your nose. As the armed man came closer to you, you raised your eyes to look him in the face.

Everything looked blurred, not sharp but also not unreal. It was a weird state of mind you were in. One moment you were trapped in reality as if there were nothing else. The other moment you were in a while not her universe.

Maybe it was because of the blood loss. You could feel your own blood that covered your skin. It soaked your clothes, turning the white into a bright red.

"So, you wanted to steal from us?", the armed man asked, kneeling next to you.

With an exhausted sigh, you nodded.

His lips twitched, he nodded approving and got back up.

"We punish that with death, you know. But thinking that you tried to steal from us? Huh. I must admit, you have a bit of my respect. Only mad people dare to try."

"Hert.", the unarmed mans voice was strange.

It sounded like ice that was hitting more ice, causing a strange sound to appear. It felt disgusting to listen to it.

With a grin, the man named Hert looked at his partner.

"What? We need people like this. This little shit seems to have some balls."

For a moment, the unarmed man looked at him. Then, his eyes jumped over to you.

"That is one of our swords.", he finally said, looking at you.

His eyes had a cold colour. They were so brown and dark, it made them appear like a black void that swallowed every single bit of light.

Grinning while blood was dripping form your lips, you reached to your belt and drew the blade. You were hardly able to raise it from the ground.

"Got it from a nice guy. He was not very talkative.", you joked.

Not getting the hint, Hert raised an eyebrow.

"That looks like Lucas' blade. That fucker talks all day long, where did you get it from? Did you steal it?", he asked.

Smelling a chance to get some information, you went with the flow of the conversation and grabbed the opportunity. It honestly felt like the chance had been served on a silver plate.

"He lost it to me in a fair way. Why are you so interested in it? Was he your leader?", you asked, letting your eyes wander between the two.

The sheer movements of their faces told you, that the words had hit a sound spot. Frowning, Hert pulled a face and spit onto the ground before you. The unarmed man looked up, stood up straight for the first time and walked over to you.

"We are no leaders.", he said in a warning voice. "It would be better if you watch what you say. Tully will be angered otherwise. And you don't want to anger him. Nobody wants to anger Tully."

Starting at each other for a moment, you had the chance to remember a few details about the man that had no name.
One, he was armed. Very well armed even but he was smart enough to hide his weapons. The bulks and hidden pockets in his clothes told you that he had at least seven knives on him, a rope wrapped around his torso and some rings that could have been used as a weapon in a fistfight.

Two, he was incredibly huge. As he was kneeling before you, he had about twice the size of Morvran. And Morvran wasn't a small man.

Three, he was blind. At least halfway. His left eye had a strangely grey spot at the side, covering almost half of it. That made you believe that he had a dead angle in his view. Attacking him from that side would have given you an advantage.

"Lucas would never leave his blade behind. Did you kill him for it? Tully won't like that. He hates murderers. Especially when his own men are the victims.", Hert added.

Playing innocent, you raised your head and grinned. It hurt to move but it was worth it.

"No, he was dead before I found him. But your leader, Tully, huh? Sounds like he is a sad fuck. Who is named Tully, can you tell me that? Who calls their son Tully out of all the names in the world?", you asked, wanting to challenge the blind man.

He shrugged, got back up and grabbed you by the shoulder to pick you up.

Screaming in pain, you dropped the sword. With a loud shatter, it fell to the ground.

"You have a big mouth. I wonder what Tully will say to that.", with those words, he dragged you through a door, deeper into the ruins.