[Edward had been expecting a prison, one like a brig on a ship, or perhaps like the one he, Anne and Mary had been kept in. He'd expected, to some degree, to maybe see signs of torture here and there. This is—nothing like he thought it might be, and when he quickly blinks into his second sight to check, everyone in the room not the three of them is blood-red.
Well, uh, fuck. He flicks out both hidden blades.]
Get your weapons out, now. [This he says just as the doctors and soldiers are beginning to turn towards them.] They want us dead or worse!
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Well, uh, fuck. He flicks out both hidden blades.]
Get your weapons out, now. [This he says just as the doctors and soldiers are beginning to turn towards them.] They want us dead or worse!