Her eyes were swimming, she could barely see beyond the light them from a few fat wax candles encircling her upon the floor. But at the voice, so soft and tender, her green eyes turned from the strange, masked man to another. And she saw right up his hood unto his face. To handsome eyes, to a handsome smile.
Her lips curled, but only a little, for it was just about the only thing she could do.
Leif, too much in shock to obey, found himself only staring, before reality hit him like a ton of bricks.
The church would pay. So help him, he'd go up into the realmof the Gods and strangle Angsar himself for this.
Throwing out his arm, he opened up a small compartment and began to fuss around with a few small pieces of wire, and moved over towards her and began to pick each lock on each cuff. THen, once hse was safe, he stood back to study her, eyes still wide.
Fuck. What was he to do with her? How were they to get her out?