Okay, so it wasn't REALLY soon, but still! Here's part 4 of Gorrath, and now I will post Cra-yon Lay-onds 2.
Also, I started calling them chapters instead of parts. Made more sense.
Part 4: Interrogation
Dynecus was giving himself a clumsy haircut with his knife, succeeding in making himself look even more like a criminal, though at least not himself. He was halfway through, squinting at the dirty mirror, when there was a muffled, banging. He dropped the knife in the basin, startled, and splashed water on his face.
Walking over to the window, he opened it a little and stuck his head outside. There were three horses and four men, one in fancy armor and pounding at the door. He nearly gave himself a concussion as he attempted to shut the window and get back inside at the same time.
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Aello took a vicious bite of a bun, fingered the gold in her pocket, and stood up, groaning. The grandfather clock finished ringing twelve as she opened the door. Her first glance at Fethron was that of an older, broken-down person compared to the man who had forced the money out of her two years ago.
He was leaning on a staff with a sharp metal point. His eyes were a bit bloodshot, though they were staring at Aello evil as ever, and looking at this pathetic but still threatening man, Aello couldn't help but feel sorry for the fugitive holed up in room thirty-five. She realized she had been standing there dumbly for quite some time, and forced herself to say, "What do you want?"
Lord Fethron blinked, and twitched in a strange manner, then said in a raspy voice, "If you're hiding what I think you're hiding, you'll know. And if you are, then you'll remain quiet, won't you? But if you do, then you'll die."
Aello stood stiff as a statue, as her mind worked furiously. There was no proof, was there? If she was discovered, she could simply say she had no idea he was a rebel. Somehow, she doubted Dynecus would betray her. She finally said, "I have no idea what you're talking about. Someone just asked for a room, I turned him away. Very rude, too."
Fethron made that same twitch, and said "Very well. I have no time to waste on you." The door slammed shut. Aello sat down and grabbed her half-finished bun. She sat still, crumbs falling from it, and wondered at her great luck.
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Dynecus, peering through the window, watched as Lord Fethron mounted his horse, signaled for the others to mount theirs, and trotted off. They proceeded a few hundred feet, tethered their horses on a post, and shrunk into the shadows, watching the inn.
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Aello should have known something was wrong, but she was too happy that it had seemed to go alright. She looked at the bun, which had amassed a tidy pile of crumbs on the floor. She realized she had unconsciously bitten into it, and swallowed. She finished it off, and went to get a broom, a bit shakily.
As she finished sweeping the mess behind the counter, Miles came down. "Who was that?" he said blearily.
"Lord Fethron." sighed Aello reluctantly.
Miles gave a start, his sleepiness suddenly gone, and said "I told you so!"
"Oh, do shut up. No one asked you, and he left, anyway. He doesn't suspect anything." Aello retorted.
Miles said "And how do you know that?" Aello suddenly noticed that Dynecus was anxiously peering around the corner at the top of the stairs. She mimed for him to go back as subtly as she could, and he vanished.
"Look, just go back to bed. I can handle it." Miles glared at her, and she started escorting him up the stairs.
Once he was back in bed, Dynecus emerged again. He carefully crawled down the stairs on all fours, clearly trying to be stealthy. When he reached the bottom, he stood in a sort of crouch and put a finger to his lips. "What?" Aello whispered.
Dynecus crawled a bit closer, and said "They left, right?" Aello nodded. Dynecus shook his head and replied "Wrong. They're watching the inn."
Aello rolled her eyes and hissed "You idiot!"
"I don't know why, They don't have any proof, something weird's going on. I even heaved a boulder over the hill, the uprooted vegetation should've been enough."
Aello shot a look at him, and said hotly, "Maybe they're too smart for your stupid tricks."
"Quiet! No, that isn't it, Fethron's horrible at tracking, and so are those lackeys. Something's up."
"What makes you so sure?" "Because I've had to get those particular people off my back literally a dozen times!"
"I want no part in this." Aello said.
Dynecus snickered. "Could've fooled me. 'Room seven is available.'" he said mockingly.
"Get out." Aello said, through gritted teeth.
"Yeah, sounds fair enough." he said. "I'll tip off the people in the shrubbery as to what you did for me."
Aello sighed. "Fine." she said, very grudgingly.
He chuckled, and went back up to bed. Aello groaned, and went into the kitchen to make something. She added some milk to a saucepan, and didn't even really notice she was making a pudding until she poured in the starch. She decided to make rice pudding, and went to get a bag of rice. She opened the cupboard, underneath the washbasin. Her mouth gaped. It wasn't there.
