01-24-2016, 02:34 AM
Shad's words took Morgan by surprise, though not for their content. Her attention had drifted far from what was happening in the cell until she was addressed. He assured her that his allies likely had some plan to bust them out, that their arrest was only temporary. The tension in her stomach ebbed away a little, hearing this. She wasn't sure how much the assurance was for her benefit and how much was him trying to convince himself... but any small comfort was welcome. Besides, it wasn't doing her much good to sit and mope.
She observed the pair trying to convince the monk to spill whatever information he had they'd been so desperate to find; she had nothing to say to the man, so she remained silent. Convincing him to write his knowledge down inspired quite a bit of excitement... and hearing the guard warn of the monk's approaching execution inspired an equal deal of panic. Paige set about searching the cell frantically for any means the monk could use to write with. Morgan almost stirred to help...
... before a voice whispered from outside the cell. Turning to look, Morgan saw its source right as their neighbor threw something at the cell, clattering to the floor with quite a racket. Its owner, a young villager by the looks of them, offered advice along with their gift. Before anyone else did, Morgan shuffled along the floor, towards the bars. She reached through them and picked up the clasp, along with a small smile and a hushed "Thanks".
Holding the clasp out for either Shad or Paige to take, she whispered "Here. Hope your friar hasn't forgotten how to write as well as how to speak."
She observed the pair trying to convince the monk to spill whatever information he had they'd been so desperate to find; she had nothing to say to the man, so she remained silent. Convincing him to write his knowledge down inspired quite a bit of excitement... and hearing the guard warn of the monk's approaching execution inspired an equal deal of panic. Paige set about searching the cell frantically for any means the monk could use to write with. Morgan almost stirred to help...
... before a voice whispered from outside the cell. Turning to look, Morgan saw its source right as their neighbor threw something at the cell, clattering to the floor with quite a racket. Its owner, a young villager by the looks of them, offered advice along with their gift. Before anyone else did, Morgan shuffled along the floor, towards the bars. She reached through them and picked up the clasp, along with a small smile and a hushed "Thanks".
Holding the clasp out for either Shad or Paige to take, she whispered "Here. Hope your friar hasn't forgotten how to write as well as how to speak."