Faendal

He looked at him "That sounds like a perfect idea." he shivered at Sven's touch, hands rested on the bards chest. He loved feeling Svens muscles and the beating of his heart.

She struggled against the guards tight restraint on her shoulders and wrists, she screamed as they begin to tug her away, “You’ll pay for this, elf! You’ll pay!”

He shivered and continued to walk, his steps quicker now. Faendal sighed softly and shook his head, wanting to get to his home and into Svens arms

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"Not until you tell me, you elf!" She yanks on him once again, suddenly laughing. "So tell me!" The guards finally seized her and yanked her away from Faendal and to a wall to restrain her.

He stared at her and shook his head "I know nothing." He winced at the growing red blotch on his shoulder for now. He looked at the guards "Just do something with her." He frowned and headed towards his cabin.

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