Gimme Gimme

Rhyme heard the call and before it dissipated into the air he was on his way to where Vlad was being kept. He still felt a little apprehensive about the deal, but there wasn’t a better option to present itself that he and Shaye could both agree to. Having him out of Abaven would free up their resources once more, and they could more easily focus on defense of their own border. The next round would come soon, he just hoped they’d be successful in their raid. He shook his head of future thoughts, he needed to focus on corralling Vlad.

He rushed to Vlad’s little corner in the thickets, nodding silently to his current guard as bright eyes searched for the slaver’s large form. "Get up." He commanded, still feeling the effects of their previous conversation. If things were different maybe they could have been friendly with each other. Alas. "You’re being transferred." He didn’t offer much explanation, but if questions were asked he’d answer truthfully.

He’d guide their captive in the direction of his father’s call, sure that Shaye had already met up with him and would be heading this direction already.