Distractions

“Oh…” Sabina hadn’t even suspected that Adisla would have send out a spy to watch them, though it made sense that she’d done so.

She hesitated a little before moving closer to inspect the spy. “I don’t know... He’s not looking entirely as he’s supposed to…” and he didn’t, though he wouldn’t be the worst substitute now that Gareth apparently couldn’t be used. But if they were to use this spy instead, that would make a huge difference in how she was feeling about it. What if this guy had a family? That was the whole point of buying a slave, because most of them probably didn’t have any families or relatives anymore.

While thinking of this she almost entirely forgot about the problem of Gareth, them being followed by Adisla and her guards and what Ceriden had just asked her to do, not that she was a fan of being told what to do by her employee, not at all.

Gareth turned to look at Ceriden, clearly bewildered by what he just ordered him to do. Why would he want him to take his clothes off? And right now? He didn’t get it at all, but he then took a glance at his shirt. It was covered with dried bloodstains, primarily on his chest and right arm. Okay, he had to admit that he couldn’t keep these clothes, but having nothing else to put on he would rather keep wearing his bloody clothes than nothing at all.

(OOC – I understand, it’s sort of the same problem as before ^^’)