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He was making a plan for his realease, and in a few days the wounds he had gathered would be healed. When they were he would press for his freedom, hopefully going after Isardis. He wanted to wreak havoc, go home, and start over. He wasn't done here, and he had every intention of causing pain to all of the insufferable whores that had found safety beneath him. Beneath Isardis. Why they yearned for his touch he would never know. It was grotesque. Though, it was concievable that he was jealous of what Isardis had, that was not the case in the slightest. Gideon had no qualms with the way he had chosen to live his life, for it was the way Gideon himself was going to live, but regardless of these 'chosen' lifestyles, Isardis was pulling in women and breeding them with no true devotion to them. They were not his wives, they were his concubines. He had no doubt that he could throw them aside without much remorse. And, to be honest, it was repulsive.

Night was close to falling and Gideo nchose then to move around. He liked the idea that most of the fool's land would be asleep. If they were asleep he had little to fear, and he certainly wouldn't hide from Isardis. The man had lost and nearly passed the hell out the day on the field. Actually, no, he had. A smile encumbered Gideon's lips and the man continued on the prowl. The cold wintry mountains were to be a home to him, non? It was only appropriate that he learned about his home.