Choose yourself

“I choose… myself?” You say questioning your own decision at the last second.

“Ooo okay. Not what I thought you woulda went for. ARE YOU SURE?” He snaps a finger gun at you.

“…Yes?”

“Yeesh alright. You’re no fun. BOYS!” The sound of clanking footsteps tromp down the stairway before two rough looking appear before Redhook.

“Aye sir?”

“This one, the elf with the funny accent. See that she’s escorted outside.”

“Aye sir.”

“Wh-what did ye say? Yer lettin’ me go?” You stammer.

“Well, half naked but yes. What time is it now? Probably two hours off midnight?” He looks back to confirm with the mooks who shrug and nod.

Two hours off of… wait how long have been out!? Wasn’t the raid supposed to start right around now? That means… oh gods.

“You’ve got till midnight to ditch town else we’ll bring ya right back here. Capeesh?”

“Oh uh. Aye got it.” You look back to Frost and Syvella with a guilty expression.

Not sure I’ll be in any position to spring a rescue… Sorry girls.

“Okay take her and scram. Tell the others to come down here.” He waves his hand and the guards begin to haul you up the stairs.