“Deneith. Deneith!â€
Ser Jojon’s voice brought her back to wakefulness.
Roen blinked her eyes blearily, her consciousness struggling through the thick haze that the strong liquor had left in its wake. For the first few moments, she thought that she was back in the gaols herself--that being exonerated and meeting Nero had all been a dream. A quick flash of panic pounded against her chest as she bolted upright, before her attention finally came to the Lalafellin jailor standing outside the barred door. He looked none too pleased.
“Spent the night drunk in a prisoner’s cell,†Ser Jojon said incredulously, his arms crossed in front of his chest and his eyes narrowed. “How far ye have fallen, Deneith.â€
“Ah...my apologies! I did not think I would be here that long. I just thought to…†Roen rubbed her eyes as if that would chase the fog away from her senses. She glanced from Ser Jojon to Daegsatz, who had fallen quiet sitting against the wall. He had apparently woken up before she did. “It was my fault really. I brought a bottle of brandy and…I did not think it would be so…strong.â€
Ser Jojon snorted. “Well, when I found both of ye passed out, I sent the night shift home. I wasn’t goin’ to explain why I let ye in here with a bottle of liquor. Especially after what happened to ye last time ye were in here.†The Lalafell rolled his eyes, still irked. “So I am off for the day. And ye are goin’ to leave with me.â€
Roen nodded quickly then rose, something she immediately regretted. A lance of pain shot through her temples that made her wobble slightly. “I think I am...not used to drinking something so strong.†She winced. She held out a hand to Daegsatz, as if to reassure him that she was fine.
“Ye think?†Ser Jojon shot a glare toward the Sea Wolf. “I think bein’ around pirates is rubbin’ off on ye, Deneith.†He retrieved the key ring from his belt, unlocking the door. “And if anyone ever finds out, this was a conjugal visit,†the Lalafell snickered.
Roen had no response to that; she just stared at the jailor aghast. But she thought better than to argue the point, at least not while her head throbbed so. She nodded and quickly ducked out of the cell, giving Daegsatz a rueful expression and a sheepish nod in exit. She did not meet the Sea Wolf’s eyes for long; she was embarrassed as it was that she had passed out in his cell--on his cot-- the entire night. And some of the things that were said…
“Don’t even think about visitin’ until tomorrow!†Ser Jojon shook his finger at her and locked the cell door again. “I think ye’ve spoiled the prisoner already.†He gave the Sea Wolf another baleful glare before walking Roen down the corridor.
Ser Jojon’s voice brought her back to wakefulness.
Roen blinked her eyes blearily, her consciousness struggling through the thick haze that the strong liquor had left in its wake. For the first few moments, she thought that she was back in the gaols herself--that being exonerated and meeting Nero had all been a dream. A quick flash of panic pounded against her chest as she bolted upright, before her attention finally came to the Lalafellin jailor standing outside the barred door. He looked none too pleased.
“Spent the night drunk in a prisoner’s cell,†Ser Jojon said incredulously, his arms crossed in front of his chest and his eyes narrowed. “How far ye have fallen, Deneith.â€
“Ah...my apologies! I did not think I would be here that long. I just thought to…†Roen rubbed her eyes as if that would chase the fog away from her senses. She glanced from Ser Jojon to Daegsatz, who had fallen quiet sitting against the wall. He had apparently woken up before she did. “It was my fault really. I brought a bottle of brandy and…I did not think it would be so…strong.â€
Ser Jojon snorted. “Well, when I found both of ye passed out, I sent the night shift home. I wasn’t goin’ to explain why I let ye in here with a bottle of liquor. Especially after what happened to ye last time ye were in here.†The Lalafell rolled his eyes, still irked. “So I am off for the day. And ye are goin’ to leave with me.â€
Roen nodded quickly then rose, something she immediately regretted. A lance of pain shot through her temples that made her wobble slightly. “I think I am...not used to drinking something so strong.†She winced. She held out a hand to Daegsatz, as if to reassure him that she was fine.
“Ye think?†Ser Jojon shot a glare toward the Sea Wolf. “I think bein’ around pirates is rubbin’ off on ye, Deneith.†He retrieved the key ring from his belt, unlocking the door. “And if anyone ever finds out, this was a conjugal visit,†the Lalafell snickered.
Roen had no response to that; she just stared at the jailor aghast. But she thought better than to argue the point, at least not while her head throbbed so. She nodded and quickly ducked out of the cell, giving Daegsatz a rueful expression and a sheepish nod in exit. She did not meet the Sea Wolf’s eyes for long; she was embarrassed as it was that she had passed out in his cell--on his cot-- the entire night. And some of the things that were said…
“Don’t even think about visitin’ until tomorrow!†Ser Jojon shook his finger at her and locked the cell door again. “I think ye’ve spoiled the prisoner already.†He gave the Sea Wolf another baleful glare before walking Roen down the corridor.
