The entire line was completely silent. It seemed like every single prisoner from the L-Section had some sort of discipline. It was nothing but a facade. When the Rune Knights dismissed them they would simply go back to beefing, or doing whatever it was that men liked to do to establish dominance. Era's dungeons were barbaric. For the spell sword, it was annoying but nothing more. God, how good it was to be the brother of a Rune Knight who had placed half of these fuckers here. They didn't just want him dead, they wanted his head.
The Judge had only sentenced Khalfani to about three works or so. With a bounty as insignificant as his own, it made zero sense for him to be held longer than that. The prince sat in his cell with a bowl of noodles in his hand, using the same plastic fork he had been using for the last few days to dive in and consume the food for all it was worth. Someone had been putting money on his books, but who? The Slayer hadn't seen his father around these parts so maybe he beat Khnurn after all? Maybe it was Amir? Whoever it was looking out for him because solitary confinement wasn't so bad.
"Khalfani?" The rune Knight asked as the Black Panther stood firm. His gaze as cold as always, his expression being blanker than an untampered sheet of paper, the prince stepped forward. "Seems like you have some friends in some pretty high places. You're free to go, and try not to come back please." The Knight sighed as he opened Khalfani's cell. Two other Knights grabbed him by the arms before bringing him upstairs to check out and through the doors of Era. With some random papers in hand, the Dragon Slayer blinked. There was nobody here. How lonely, you would think right? However, the former vampire smirked evilly, knowing that someone had bailed him out before he could serve a full sentence. Sighing of relief he threw his bag over his should and whistled for his Gryphon. Easy.
Too easy.
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