“They intend to try him soon,” Jin said and made his way to the bundle of rags. “Hey are you alright,” he called out and the rags shuffled. A groan followed and a frail elven leg slid out from beneath the torn cloth blanket.
“Have you come to end my life finally.. For worshipping a faith of my homeland,” the weak and raspy voice spoke through parched lips.
“No. We are here to get you out,” Jin replied and slammed the spear against the lock. The device snapped in two and clanked against the ground. The elven man looked up with a light in his eye that had not been there in some time. The songstress crossed her arms next to Jin with a smirk.
The third elf on the mission looped his arm around the elven prisoner and hoisted him up with words of thanks pouring from his mouth. Jin waved the praise away. “I’m here because it's the right thing to do,” his reasons changed from just supporting Hildegarde to feeling connected with the people. “We gotta move fast though. Let’s go,” Jin ran down the path and took another quick glance out the window. The crowd was beginning to gather.
The window on the opposite side, showed the dirt road they had taken to get there.