Choose Frost

“I choose… I choose Frost.” You say nodding towards the chained up mage.

“Ohoho? Interesting choice. Ya ya I like this choice.” The jester says with a voice full of intrigue and excitement. He whistles with two fingers and you hear the clanking of armor before two rough looking men appear.

“Aye sir?”

“Her the mage.” He was pointing. “Grab her and bring her out to me.”

“Aye sir.” The two burly men unlock Frost’s cell and unchain her from the wall.

“H-hey!? All that bullshit about choices and I don’t get one?” Frost stammers. “Get off of me you louts!” She tries to shake them off but they have her by each arm. Without much trouble the men carry her to be facing Redhook who leans in close to her face. He seems to study the features of her face.

“Hmm toss her into the street.”

“Your letting me go?” Frost says bewildered.

“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?” Redhook waits for a reply but Frost just nods with eyes full of fear. “Okay take her and scram. Tell the others to come down here.” He waves his hand and the guards haul Frost upstairs.