Her hands still bound, Arthur led her out of the holding cell. The cells were damp, musty and full of rodents. She felt badly for the creatures held down here. She saw elves, dwarves, orcs and even other humans all chained up, some badly beaten. These nobles, whoever they are, were skilled trackers.
Arthur trudged past a group of guards on watch. “Going up?” Asked one of the guards.
“Yep, this...
