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It was an odd feeling to be inside the manor again, and to know only a few days before ill intentions directed his actions inside of it. Memories of his home once again filled his mind as he took in the areas they were being lead through. He noted items of interest and valuables that would be worth taking subconsciously. Realization hit him and he felt disgusted with himself.
Hello, Lord Gerald. You probably don't remember me. I ran away from home years ago and just recently attempted to rob your manor and kidnapped your daughter. Altair sighed at the thought. Once Gerald found out about him he was afraid prison would ensue shortly after.
The steward had taken in their appearance with suspicion. Hair and clothing remained damp still, and he could only imagine what thoughts would churn though Gerald's mind at the sight of it. Do I lie to him about me? Robyn would know though, and that would backfire... Telling the truth could also earn me a trip to prison or the gallows...
He couldn't remember the last time he had felt this nervous. His countenance showed nothing much to his relief, but could he make it through this? Berad would laugh and hit him across the head at how foolish he was acting. Walking right into the enemy's hands." That was all wrong though. Robyn's father can't be the enemy... right? His thoughts left the question hang in the air deciding it best to torture him with uncertainty.
His time ran out as the steward pushed open the doors leading to where Lord Gerald was waiting.
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