Snippet #2672572

Griffin smirked, then quickly wiped the expression of his face. This was the critical point, and would dictate how exactly he'd have to go about breaking out. The ideal way was with her help, and her trust. He could taste her already, but he'd slay her if he had to. Griffin rose, walking to the bars of the cell and wrapping his hands around them. He called out to her retreating back.

"Why? Why would you seek to befriend one such as myself? A slayer, an enemy?" He added an edge of desperate confusion to his voice. He was a master manipulator, his facades extremely convincing. "I do not understand."

Thomas wasn't sure what was going on. He trusted Roland, however. So Roland was shown to simple straw bed. The act of falling asleep wouldn't be difficult. He was used to falling asleep in duress, to getting recharged from as little as a few hours here and there. It was the life of a warrior constantly on the move, of one who was hunted. He wasn't used to falling asleep with the new sensation of Anansi, however.

As of the moment he could feel annoyance, and pity. The latter of the two did nothing to comfort him, but at least he didn't feel pain or danger. He closed his eyes, and tried to make himself begin drifting off. It was proving more difficult than he'd imagined, however.