M’kay, here’s a quick little bit! Hopefully I kept y’all’s guys in character XD
@rusted-knight By the way, what does Isaac mean by “feint French”?
Dharin glanced down at Jaylin as the boy asked, “Hey, you want to explore what’s behind some of these doors?”
He smiled, and was about to reply when a man stepped out of the shadows. “I’m lost. Could you tell me the way out?”
Dharin felt Jaylin look up at him before saying, “Um, well, we just got here also…” but all Dharin could think was,
Why in the world does no one know where they are? Perhaps this is an experiment that some of the wizards are doing. Maybe they created this place and brought people from all over to study our interactions. That would be the most logical answer to this mess.
Dharin studied the man. He looked like he wished he was anywhere else at the moment, and his accent and clothing were unlike any that Dharin had ever heard or seen. The man seemed to be studying him as well, and Dharin made a quick decision, offering the man a small smile and a nod.
“The lad is correct, my sir. We’re just as lost as you.” He made no mention of the two women they left further down the hall they came from. Something told him the man offered no threat to the women, but Dharin had found that it always paid to be cautious. Something in the man’s eyes changed, but Dharin couldn’t tell what. If he had to guess, though, the man probably just made a mental note to be wary of them. A reasonable thing to do.
From behind them came a small cough. Dharin turned and saw a lad of about 13, with sleep-tousled hair, holding a sword uncertainly in front of him. He didn’t hold it as if he wasn’t sure of the weapon; that wasn’t it. He held it as if he wasn’t sure if he would need it or not. He wore royal robes, and Dharin’s mind went to King Vladimir. As far as he knew, the king’s son was a bit older, 17 perhaps, and he didn’t know any wizard who would use the crown prince as a test subject, but still… Dharin gracefully knelt and inclined his head towards the lad, saying,
“My deepest apologies if our conversing has awoken you, your… Highness…?” he trailed off, looking up at the lad, and waited for his form of address to be corrected or accepted.
Welp, there it is lol. Spur-of-the-moment writing, but not too horrible I suppose 😛