With some last encouraging words to Daisy, Birdie hopped into the folds of Gamba's shirt and rode with him back through the tunnels. She knew that Daisy was probably in the safest place in the prison, and that Amee would help her get through the five days.
Bird was actually surprised at the leniency of the sentence. In other times and places, she knew that the sentence could as easily been death.
But now she had to get back to the water, and give Levanto the information that she and Daisy had worked so hard to gather. The thought of Gorthaur's minions searching frantically for "wyrms" heartened her. At least their attentions would be focused in other areas. But the extra duties involved in feeding and boarding these new troops worried her. If nothing else, it meant extra eyes and weapons focused on the halfling captives. And it certainly had not improved the mood of Captain Tarcil, who seemed likely to take out the frustrations of these extra duties on his prisoners.
Bird hung on grimly to the rough threads of Gamba's shirt, resisting the temptation to order him to walk faster. To calm her nerves and ease her own hunger, she idly munched a small, new hole into the fabric.
[ October 09, 2002: Message edited by: Birdland ]
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