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A handful of gold coins spilled onto the floor, their clatter quiet compared to the sound of glasses shattering against wood. Arobynn peered over his shoulder at the man who'd fallen, his annoyance clear. Fortunately, it was not his problem - not yet. Until those one hundred gold coins were in...

"SOLD, for one hundred!" The words echoed in Ishaan's head despite the hush that overcame the crowded room. Eyes wide, they followed the latest purchase as the chain around her neck was released and she found herself in the hands of the lion. He took a step forward, only realizing he'd made it...

"Thirty-five! Do I have forty?" Jarrick responded, small eyes peering down and flicking through the crowd, eager.

"Welcome, esteemed guests and valued patrons. We are ready to begin with today's auction. As always, we have obtained quite the variety of goods - though today, we offer rarities. They will go quickly." Arobynn paused, smiling slightly. "I'm sure we have all heard of the news from the east...

Slack-jawed and wide-eyed, Ishaan marvelled at the sight before him. It was incredible - a city hidden so far beyond civilization. He couldn't begin to understand how it was governed. One step at a time, he moved towards the bridge. Moving towards the Captain, who'd already made his impassive...

Three hellish days spent in near darkness yet Ishaan felt nothing but dread as his hands were chained together. The feeling seemed to heighten when icy cold enveloped his neck. Animals; they were being chained like animals, and led straight to the slaughter. He'd been separated from the girls...

Darkness became his ally once again, concealing the heat that rushed into his face. He supposed from an outside perspective, his desire to see Klaire alive and well might've suggested more than what it was. She was his superior though; one who'd kissed him in her delirious, half-dead state, but...

"Why would we...-" ... have been to Armadilla, the pirate capital? He wanted to ask, though quickly settled on, "No, we don't have a death wish." Even though his story had involved them skirting around the desert edge for the sake of adventure. "I'm assuming you have? Been to Armadilla, I mean."

There were so many coincidences working against them, pointing towards the truth. One slip and their story would crumble. Ishaan glanced towards Liatra's hanging figure, gaging her reaction. He hadn't told her about the emptiness in his pocket, about the military pin that they'd taken from...

Without Twig present, there was more freedom to speak freely. Even though an occasional movement or sniffle reminded Ishaan that there were others - others who continued to remain silent. He was at a disadvantage, having not met the Captain. Though judging from the comments made and their...

Ishaan had nothing to say to Twig and his threats, nor Liatra's apparent wisdom. If it had been Klaire speaking, he might've suggested that she keep quiet; winding up the fir bolg wouldn't end well. Although Liatra was a supposed ally, he had no loyalties to her. So he remained silent, watching...

His shoulders sagged downward, tension and self-doubt slowly dissipating. Paired with a heavy sigh of relief, Ishaan might've felt the corners of his lips pull upward into the slightest smile. She'd been cured. He'd made a decision, taken a risk, and it hadn't been in vain. They were alive...

Despite the threat and secondary conversation occurring before him, Ishaan didn't appear to be overly interested. He was wary, yes, gaze flickering between the figures and the visible gun, until finally landing and remaining on Klaire. She didn't look great, but not nearly as sickly as she had...

Right, a moment to breathe. Even in the dim light that was granted each time the door to the hold was opened, Ishaan couldn't tell if her chest was rising. She hadn't moved, on her own accord at least, having been dragged into Liatra's cell carelessly. He peered down at her, hands gripping the...

Whitcairn. He hadn't heard of it. As Liatra went on about her upbringing, Ishaan found himself only half-listening. The second half of his mind wandered; wondering about what was happening to Klaire, and whether he'd made the right choice. Would she be angry with him? Twig's arrival might've...