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[wardennolonger]

Anders pulled his feathered coat more closely against his form as the ruthless wind ripped up the Wounded Coast. The cold made him hiss as he stalked down the jagged rocky path, for once apart from Hawke and the rest of his followers. The rouge had returned to The Deep Roads after some foolhardy explorers, and Anders had chosen to hang back, this

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[lion_griever]

If it were possible to shout and cause a fuss, Squall would certainly be kicking up quite the ruckus. However, his previous outbursts, both vocal and physical, rewarded him with chains around his wrists and a rather awful-tasting bit of cloth stuffed in his mouth.

His last memory was approaching the castle that housed Ultimecia, the Sorceress that Squall and his team had to defeat in order to save reality as they knew it. Just as they were getting the upper-hand, she somehow managed to disrupt time and sent Squall through to another reality entirely. Or so he managed to piece together. The imposing city he appeared in was not unlike Ultimecia's castle. However, is appearance caused quite a stir, which led to a brawl with a band of thugs who happened whiteness Squall's arrival.

Before Squall could figure out what was happening, the group attacked him; which turned out to be a mistake on their part. Instinctively, Squall fought without restraint, killing several thugs using his drawn magic and powerful sword techniques. He eventually found himself over-powered, and thrown into the holding cell he now occupied. It was a small space with a heavy iron door, and one small barred window; bringing in only a faint flicker of light. Strange words such as "mage" "Templar's" and "selling for a hell-of-a-lot of sovereigns" were the only indications of his fate he had to go on.

Squall continued to fidget, trying in vain to free himself from his bonds. The moment he was free, and found his gunblade, he'd get more information from his captors.

[wardennolonger]

Anders first spotted a trio of cowering mages near to the farthest reach of the cavern. They were scared, too much so to put up much of a fight, and Anders had seen it enough to be surprised by thier easy compliance. He was about to move to them, when a very strange sight caught his attention.

One of them was quite severely bound up. He had a fierce look about him that had Anders guessing that he was not like the others one little bit. He looked to be a better ally then the poor souls cowering in the corner, too... Anders was wary of approaching them to suddenly anyway; it was simply stupid to startle a cornered mage.

So he made his way through the shadows, creeping through puddles of dark and shifting blind-spots. Luckily, the cage in which Squall was bound was a little out of the way, and no one was watching it; Anders supposed they assumed the young mage could be no more trouble.

When he came into sight, he motioned for Squall to remain quiet. A quick flash of magic melted the lock before Anders pushed the door open just enough to slip inside. He moved low to the ground as he approached Squall, trying to show kindness in his tired eyes.

"You must have put up quite the fuss," Anders whispered, reaching forward to gingerly remove the cloth from Squall's mouth. "We'll save the whole 'being impressed' bit until after we're out of this mess, hm?" he gave a watery smile. "When I remove your bindings, do you think you could help me fight?"

And no, Anders noticed nothing about how handsome the young mage was, or how good he looked in chains.

Maker, he needed to get laid.