Siegfried flinched as loud noises echoed from somewhere outside his prison. He sat up straighter, body tense, trying to listen through the thick stone walls.
There were footsteps. Voices. They were getting closer.
The cell door slammed open with a metallic clang, and his captor stepped in. She was tall, composed, her presence heavy in the dimly lit room. Her face was unreadable.
"It's time to move."
She said curtly.
Siegfried stretched his legs out lazily, keeping his tone light.
"You know, I'm not exactly in the mood for sightseeing. You gonna tell me where we're headed, or should I guess?"
The woman's expression didn't change. Her voice was flat.
"Keep talking like that and you'll die. The gods won't tolerate your bullshit."
Siegfried raised an eyebrow but said nothing. He studied her for a moment. He recognized her from somewhere, but the details were fuzzy.
Still, her seriousness and the name of the gods made something in his gut twist.
