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Snow Wish
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I open the trapdoor and peek through it. The lower level is pretty similar to this one, but it seems to be better guarded. And there, in the closest cell, I can see my crew locked inside. The corridor keeps going and going, with more guards and cells, but the one that interests me is right here.
Unfortunately, it seems that I'm not the only person interested in that cell. A robed figure stands in front of it, talking with a feminine voice. I can hear part of the conversation. There's some musicality in the voice of the robed lady.
"...just a name, nothing else. It's not like you're betraying anyone. It's a simple question, with an even simpler answer."
I can hear ol' Sam replying.
"Nah, forget it miss. We don't know nothin' about whatever yer talkin' bout. And even if we did, we ain't no rats, we ain't gonna speak a word."
"Such a pity. Only a couple of hours until dawn, and then you will all be hanged. But it could be avoided by just pronouncing a name. One of your crew members, one of your comrades escaped from the Watch Tower this morning, during the attack. I just want to know who is that person."
"No luck lady. Our lips are sedated. Or salted. Or whatever, we ain't talkin'."
Many people change their minds when they feel the rough caress of the noose around their necks, gentleman. But I have time, I'll wait here until you have a positive answer or I see the last one of you and your friends hanging from the gallows. Nothing personal.
Ok, seems like the guards and the robed woman are not leaving. Time to improvise a plan.
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