Castle Maladil - RPG

[Belin]

Honor? Celumëomaryu frowned. Honor was a row of numbers that added up correctly. Honor was knowing what you’d paid and knowing what you deserved. Honor was a matter of resources, consequences, and truth.

Honor required no such thing of her.

But Maladil meant something different. Maladil believed in the forms of the living, and in the preservation of bodies. She trailed after him, considering.

She would not have considered what he wanted of her were he a less valuable ally. But to have Maladil on her side counted for something. And certainly they could be caught if they escaped. She disliked the risk it entailed, and she disliked yet more the idea of seeing Anna freed, of seeing the smirk on her face and the disappearance of the cube.

But there was no need to defy Maladil just yet, and surely there would be some satisfaction in returning them to the cell, would there not? It could be years yet before they “learned the limits of mortality”… or before she would say they had.

“Maladil?” she said, catching up with him. “I hold the keys, it’s true. And I’ll continue to hold them.” Nothing too brash, she reminded herself, not while he’s an ally. “With your permission, of course. Would not I be the most suitable jailor?”

She watched the back of his head for the expected nod as they entered the dungeon again.