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(It was her one of her ears that was cut off, not a finger.)

"Lady Bathou, remember me? King Tormund ordered me to rescue you...", the imperial quickly entered the cell and, ignoring the smell, the blood and everything else, helped the lady up.

She said nothing, but the warm smile on her face indicated that she was thankful. Donel helped her walk, which came with extreme difficulty and after a few steps he could feel the former chubby lady's will ressurging.

"They didn't break me, Captain...they thought they would, but not me.", she muttered, barely able to pronounce the words.

"I was sure they wouldn’t, my Lady...but you shouldn't speak, save your strength.", the knight's voice was reassuring enough so Lady Olen followed his instruction.

...

On the outside, Donel Vici's men had joined the fight against the Bouchards, but were quite unrecognizable due to the lack of their usual armor seeing that they were in a stealthy mission. That being said, they were drawing attetion of the enemies since their superior fighting skills were obvious when compared to the pitchfork-wielding peasants.

The Knights of the Seaborn were consistent in their formation and slowly made way towards the dungeon's entrance.

"You flatter me, King Marcel.", Balin commented, smiling widely.

And your wish may yet be fulfilled., he thought.