"How do we get out?" Vespertine pondered as he held Lady Ava in his arms, wonder and worry mixing emotions on his face. Cass raised his hand, wiping his forehead free of sweat as he looked around.
"You point out to me where you want to get out, and I'll try to make a door." Cass said. He was panting, but that was only because he'd tried to keep up with three physically trained people. The members of their little rag tag group that could wield weapons like second nature. Lord Blackburn hadn't been able to do that, and Cass before him was more of a physical fighter.
He used his fists. He was pretty sure if Lord Blackburn hit anyone, he'd get more hurt then the person he hit.
Fiona and Lord Ridgewood were staring at Lady Ava, who was slowly gaining herself again. Her eyes didn't look like they were looking through you anymore, and she was gaining some of the strength back in her body.
