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A true Bard greets danger with a steady hand and a calm eye – but my heart beat furiously as we carried Sharp back to my room. Who else had heard the fight? If caught, how would I explain a bound, beaten Bard in my hands? How would I explain my disguise? It was with great relief that we carried him in and shut the door. Now, I had only to explain myself to my guardsmen.
Hands on their weapons, they eyed me nervously.
"He tried to kill Gerard," Elise said nervously. "He saw him in his disguise."
My guards pulled long faces, knowing that they couldn’t let Sharp go to talk, but they couldn’t just kill him, either.
Elise and I dumped him on the bed. Ison pulled out a length of rope from his pack and bound the Bard’s feet
"I don’t think he’ll like that," Charles observed.
As if in response, Sharp moaned and opened his eyes. He looked at me, looked around the room, and started to struggle against his bonds.
