Inside the tavern, the atmosphere was thick, dark, and terrifying.
The tavern was closed to the public today. The front room was empty, smelling of spilled ale and old sweat.
In a dark, windowless back room of the tavern, two young men were sitting on the dirty, sticky wooden floor. They were tied securely back-to-back with thick, rough ropes. The ropes cut deeply into their wrists and chests.
One of the young men was Zade Kennedy. His face was covered in dark purple bruises. His bottom lip was split open and bleeding slowly. His expensive white silk shirt was torn and covered in brown dirt. He was breathing heavily, trying to endure the terrible pain in his ribs.
Tied to his back was his good friend, Lord Austin. Austin was a young noble who decided to join Zade for a drink at a respectable establishment before their carriage was hijacked and were brought here.
