I woke up in the sleeping bag. I sat up and looked around. I could see sunlight on the wall of the cave, but the man from last night was no where to be found. My right arm had a bandage wrapped around part of it, as did both my hands. I hadn't noticed how badly they were cut up when I went through that window, but they stung now. I got out of the sleeping bag, stood up and stretched. I don't even know the guy's name, and he's taking care of me. Even when I essentially told him to back off. I leaned down and straightened the sleeping bag, ignoring the pain that pierced my hands.

"Good evening." A deep voice said behind me. I spun around, reaching for my knife, then realising I didn't have it. It was the man from last night. I relaxed slightly.

"Thank you for bandaging my arm and my hands." I said.

"No problem. I'd like to hear the story of how you got away though. As far as I know, no one's ever done that before." He was carrying a backpack and he set it down on the ground, then sat beside it. He motioned to the floor beside him. "Have a seat." I hesitated for half a second, then sat. He looked at me. "So. Let's have it. The escape of the century."

I laughed. "It's not the most impressive story ever."

"Well, you got away, didn't you? That in itself makes it impressive." I looked at the wall in front of me.

"I almost walked out of there without a problem."

"But you ran into Jonathan." He said. I looked at him, startled.

"How did you know that?"

"I know Jonathan. He was my commanding officer when I was there. He prowls the halls at night. Doesn't trust his own men." He said.

"He has reason to not trust some of them. The guard in the jail was asleep. I just walked past him."

"That's true. But he doesn't even trust the ones who've proven themselves trustworthy. Go on with your story."

"I picked the lock on the cell with my hair pin, walked right past the guard in the jail because he was asleep, then once I got out, I walked towards the front of the building like I had an important errand. It worked till I ran into Jonathan. Then once he was yelling for the guards, I ran for a window and went out shoulder first." I held up my hands. "It didn't work quite as well as I thought it would."

"You still got away."

"True. I ran through just about every alley in the city, then I finally ran into someone's house and out their back door. The guards thought I had hidden there and the people screaming that I had gone out the back were just covering for me. So they searched the place and I got away." I shrugged. "Then I came up here."

"Thanks for telling me your story. Now I have one to tell you."

I nodded cautiously. "Alright."

"I went down to the city today, dodged a few guards and went to my friend's house."

"Why'd you go down there? It seems you're just as lucrative a catch as I am."

"I wanted to know what was happening in the aftermath of your escape. Anyway, my friend told me that there's a reward for capturing this girl. Apparently she got away from The Council. 50,000 calrens. Enough to feed a family for, oh, a few years. But he doesn't think anyone will turn you in if they find you. Other than the guards of course."

"Why wouldn't someone turn me in, for that much money?" I asked.

"Most people aren't happy with The Council. They've had a sister, a daughter, or a friend that was taken and executed. They would help you before they would turn you in."

"Okay. Good to know. Just avoid Guards." I said.

"Yes. Now, I grabbed some real food while I was down there as well." He reached for his backpack. "It'll be a nice change from the fish I've been eating lately." He pulled out a loaf of bread, some meat in a plastic container, and a block of cheese. "Oh, I forgot, I got this for you too." He pulled out a knife, a gun belt and a gun and handed them to me. I shoved the knife into the sheath on my belt and held out the gun and the belt.

"I don't know how to shoot a gun, so this wouldn't be very useful to me." He took the belt from me.

"I think I'll have to remedy that. You'll want to know." He said, raising his eyebrows.

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