“Renae, what happened to you after they knocked me out?” Andyr asked coldly.

“Let’s just say after they took you out, I fought them, and I didn’t really win that fight,” Renae explained casually.

“Who touched you?”

“I don’t know,” she shrugged, “the tall one with the beard.”

“Tch, I’m going to kill that bastard once we’re out of here,” his fists were clenched so tightly that his knuckles had turned white, “No one lays a finger on my kin and gets away with it.”

“Andyr,” Renae smirked as she wrapped her hands around the bars of her cell, “I think we’re even since I did murder one of Myghell’s men in the end, remember?”

He unclenched his fists, “I suppose that does make things a little better.”

“Besides, I’m alright now.”

“Sera’s going to be the judge of that. You look rougher than usual. She’ll have to take a look at it once we’re back home.”

“I think it’s nice that you’re so optimistic about our chances of making it out of here alive.”

Andyr sighed, “Like you said, we haven’t been killed yet.”

She chuckled, “And hopefully, it’ll stay that way.”

“Ah…” Andyr flinched as he repositioned himself.

He lifted his shirt and looked down at his bare torso, spotting numerous bruises, “Ah, so that’s why it hurts so much to move. Lovely.”

“What about you? How are you feeling?” she asked, “That lump on your head looks really painful.”

“It’s a little tender, but I’ll live,” he shrugged.

“I’m so sorry,” she spoke softly, averting his gaze, “It’s my fault you got so injured.”

“Only apologize if you didn’t find the jewels,” he said as he slowly stretched his body.

“Hah, in that case, I guess I’m not that sorry,” she let out a soft chuckle as she looked up, “Sera’s got them.”

“Unbelievable,” Andyr laughed, “We actually did it.”

“Well, sort of,” Renae added, “We’re a little stuck at the moment.”

“Have you already tried picking the lock?”

“Well, the lockpicks you guys gifted me broke last night,” she sighed, reaching into her disheveled braid, “but I still have this set, so it’s worth a try.”

Pulling out the tools from her hair, Renae got on her knees and inspected the lock.

“Hm, it’s definitely doable.”

She slid in her tools and began feeling around for the pins to push upwards. She located the first three with relative ease. The last pin proved to be far more difficult to find. As she pressed the pin upwards, she heard a loud crack.

“What a bloody piece of junk!” she cursed, throwing the tools against one of the walls in her cell.

“When we get out of here, we’ll get you another set.”

“Any other bright ideas?” she asked him as she wiped sweat off her brow.

“We should—”

The two stopped speaking as they heard the door creak loudly as it opened.

“Shh, act imprisoned!” Andyr whispered.

“We are imprisoned,” she retorted.

“Shh!”