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Griffin smiled inwardly. She was perceptive, but it wouldn't matter if she were naive as the Night Queen seemed to think. It was possible she was wrong, of course. He would progress carefully, and tactically measure the situation himself. If she wasn't going to be easily convinced, he could escape while it was still day now. Thanks to her donation of blood, he was stronger than he'd been before he left Westfall. Not by much, of course, but enough.

"Men and Fae fear you... I saw it... Why are you acting this way?"

"Have you never seen a warrior caged before, glowing one? I was defeated, your creatures of the day overwhelming my men and I in our weary and wounded state. Ambushed us like cowards, like minions of the Devil would." He spat defiantly in the cell, showing he still had a bit of fire left. "Now, you won't even kill me. You keep me here in this cage, like an animal to leer at. Is that it, glowing one? Have you come to gawk at a righteous man?"

Roland attracted the room's attention with his shout.
"The Sighted... With the red hair. He... here. Cells."

"The sighted one...?" He asked himself quietly. Then his eyes flew wide. Red hair?! "Griffin!" He shouted out loud, before he could stop himself. Every single person in the room instantly tensed up, their eyes flying to Roland. Roland felt a moment of embarrassment. "Sir Thomas, we need to talk. Now."

Thomas was confused, but nodded and followed Roland to the other side of the room. They were given a respectful berth.
"What is this, Roland?"
"You remember Anansi, in the cave..."
"Yes?"
"She gave me her name. Her Fae name, in case we needed her magic for some reason. It's given us some kind of... connection. I don't know how to describe it. I've felt her presence, and her emotions, everything, since we left." Roland rattled off.
"Okay..." Thomas replied, not entirely sure how to feel or what to make of the information.

"If this weren't magic, this would likely mean I'm insane. But I can hear her, in my head. And... She can hear me. It isn't very clear, but I think she just told me they captured Griffin!"

Thomas' eyes flew open, and he took Roland by the shoulders. "Are you certain of this?" He asked urgently.
"Yes. If they have, that means..."
"It means they are all in danger. The fools, they should have killed him! He's crafty, slippery. If he gets out of his cell somehow..."
"Who knows how many he'll kill in his escape. He could even kill Anansi!" Roland finished. He spun on his heel, frantically trying to contact her.

"Anansi, don't trust him!" He mentally shouted, hoping it would reach her.